Charismatic - O.A.T.H. (Orion Ain't This High)

This beat is just weird enough for my liking
I got a bunch a freestyles
Why the fuck am I writing
I don't think that I'm reminded enough of what was inside
When I was trying to get ahead and I got stuck in behind
I've been recording these titles
Fighting with organs and bibles
I think my normal is hyper
Go on a tour or revival
Soon as my cornrows or flow get some more growth
And my horoscope tells me "Sure go, you're dope"
I'ma do my damn thing 'til the fucking door close
And live my life like it's pure gold
I'ma go hard in the paint and I really mean that
Got canvas in the back and a little green stash
Let's fly, high, accelerate past the haters
I said I would be the greatest
I never exaggerated
You better congratulate me
I've never been bad at dating
That's why all your favorite girls in the cut like a laceration
Yes
They love me in Pasadena
No
They don't want me to back away
Yo
I'm gonna need me a
Boat and a whole Coheeba
I'm going to Costa Rica and hopefully won't be leaving
Mostly I be thinking
'Bout smoking weed in a tree
With a bad chick, smelling like potpourri and achievement
You don't believe in me, but you gonna see what I'm dreaming
Supposed to be a beast, why you hoping he'd be a weakling
And he's a piece of the puzzle
He's at peace with the struggle
We compete but I love you
I think we each need a reason to breathe
Easy my brothers and sisters and little homies
I forgive the ones that hated and didn't know me
I forgive the ones that waited and didn't chose me
But now I'm going in like the waitlist is one and only
Me and my sneeze could pivot a fucking Kobe
I'm the man u know, so give it up for Ginobli
I rub my eyes, and I split my L
I don't know if I'm alive, I should pinch myself
I'm my own cheerleader, I don't need no praise
I've been rapping real decent since them Ye Olde Days
If these niggas talking back to me all cray
Then these niggas are some snacks like Frito Lay
Y'all can chill in a laundromat for three whole days
Maybe then you'll understand how to clean your trays
We don't play
Walk around with heat on flame
These old ways'll have these niggas DOA
He gon' say whatever's in his ego, wait
But still I fly high to the eagle's place
Put my squad on a song if I need more bass
I put my arms to God and my feet on face
That's a Judo kick
Nigga, dude don't miss
And when I move that hip
I wonder who gon' flip
You might lose your grip, and your tooth is chipped
And I'm too equipped for this music shit
So I moved in June, resumed tunes again
And it's true, I do remove hooligans
So if you collude to do future harm
Against dude it's rude, mo- move along
I'm finna shoot the ball
Make them hoop and haw
You predictable, your yesterday's your new tomorrow
And some shit that I would never say is you's a boss
You will never replicate my cool, my suave
It's too much sauce
But I guess that's how it goes when the crew's involved
You gotta move the ball
And I guess you not a pro and you losing often
You ain't won since '08, you should move to Boston
I'm through with talking
It's time to do it
No matter who accosts him, he's climbing through it
Why you trying to throw shade on a diamond's glow
Every visit with your girl is conjugal
And she tell me she so turnt, she hot she cold
Every chimney so burnt with pots of gold
Every little bit matters
If I'm reliving the past
And I was sitting here rapping
And that ain't get reenacted
Then what a frivolous passion
What a wonderful life
Came with an assassin without a gun and a knife
It's just a pen and a pad
Then again, I'm the man
Can I give them a chance
I ain't giving a damn
I'ma go cutthroat, ain't holding too much out
Mush mouths on the sidelines hoping to run routes
And they be doing shit for supposedly just clout
Threw my insecurities in the toilet and flushed doubt
Need so many fish in the net that they bust out
But we ain't finna go to the ocean for just trout
So the only thing I know when I go is I must out-
Row any foe who's bold enough now
I hold this stuff down until my soul is floating up
Folded just like bowls and cups
It's over bruh
Yo it's over bruh
My opponent's done
Opponents none
Sorry to hold this controller up
But you know what's up

Written by:
Christopher Graves

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