Zephyr - Meditation

Aight... no hooks, we just gonna keep it going

Triplet rhymes
I spit a million lines
Tec shoot unlimited rounds
Try to catch up but you always behind
Can't beat the demons inside of my mind
You haters could try, ain't no stopping the grind
I'm at the top and you still trying to climb
Just getting started yet i'm in my prime
These lyrical shots have you like anaheim


Ducks
Yup, we stackin up racks in the trucks
Me and my niggas we running amok
Spraying the drake like vancouver canucks
Ya girl on my line but i dont give no fucks
And you biting my rhymes cause your last single sucked
Can you niggas please drop off my nuts
I swear half this industry is fuckin sus
Never changed teams, never switched up
Not about cream, nothing to discuss
Niggas want beef and i'm nonplussed
They so salty cause they not us


Yeah, yeah
Ballin, like spalding
I got all the chips and we all in
If you not hating what you call it
Hittin ya girl in the morning
I'm curling her toes and she moanin
She cover the phone when i'm calling
This beat is nasty so i'm matching it with a flow that's appalling
All over the track like i'm Earnhardt
Raise hell, praise dale, i'm gripping the grain in this go kart


Ya girl give me brain, she so smart
She let me catch up with a head start
She blessed with phenomenal mouthparts
I swear shorty body is fine art
Real talk these rappers is lil niggas
Meaning to them I'm an old fart
Breathing fire with a cold heart
But I'm chillin for the most part

Go and get a nigga cane
I'm just playing through the pain
Let me put you on game
When you spit flames
Then you get acclaim
I know that for you it's a stretch
So sit back and learn from the best
How to flip a rhyme hunnit times when i'm on my grind now you niggas is pressed


Hits motherfucker hits is all we drop until the apocalypse come

Lickety split how i get the grip and then i flip it until it be doublin up

All my people know what I be on

Holla at me if ya need some dro

I can't sell it to ya but ya bet i will be smokin with ya till we both hit the floor

Come meditate with the bro

This is my silly flow

After we get high

Then she get low

Then back on road

No time to slow

Tryna touch the sky

So no plateaus

Gotta keep a quick tempo

Treat the game like Nintendo

Don't leave your girl with me

I'll hit her with the innuendo

Straight out the city of wind tho

You fuckin with me? I'm like when joe

Toss a nigga out the window

Stop tryna fuck with my zen, bro

This right here is how i find my peace

If you been where I been then you know what I mean

Some shit we can't talk about

Meditate with a nigga gon clear it out

Run this back if you want one more

The next track I'm gonna flow some more

So just sit back and relax

I'm bout to take yall way way way back

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