ValiXO - Wicca

Bout time I soared
My rhymes Stay torched
My hands My head
This road I forged
White lines Of course
Tongue tied? No sauce
My hands My head
This road I walked
Just like the seven this drip got a wave
Flow with the tide like this lunar go phase
Making some moves gotta jump out my cage
Threw em some blues make a nigga go crazy
I'm down with the clique and we down with the bass
Water my flowers and smoke on some daisies
I light up the jiggy not time to complain
While you niggas get creepy I load up my
Plate
Y'all watching my moving my niggas get groovy We up in this
Space
Over consuming the drugs got me loopy ain't feeling my
Face
Done with this dooby y'all niggas be stupid no time for this
Play
Pray for my downfall just get on your knees
Ain't feeling your sting bitch my buzz with the bees
Roasting the beef and I smoke on some trees
Look me inside of the eye when I speak
Nigga I'm high and I'm fighting for peace
Dead or alive I'm the hardest to breathe
Name me your five and I'll put em to sleep
Cop me some benzos my niggas be fiends
You moving with rats but you ain't got the cheeee
Bout time I soared
My rhymes Stay torched
My hands My head
This road I forged
White lines Of course
Tongue tied? No sauce
My hands My head
This road I walk
How you go talk about choppas y'all never put five on a stick
Fingers be punching the words I be rhyming i hope that you proud of the kid
Living my life through the music the timing was perfect partially lit from a brick
Cut from a cloth
Different jit
Down from the seeds that I sewn on the spliff
I'm smoking y'all niggas ain't coughing n shit
I told you I bang I'm the hardest of all
We do not fuck with the law
Look at you dropping your jaw
Told you I'd do it for me
And I'd do it for you and I'd do it for mom
Looking at me while I'm looking at you so we pray to the stars
I ain't go waste any time that I have
Thinking on things that were done in the past
I cannot change the person I was
You can trust in the person I am
The heart of a lion I roar
It's about time that I settled the score
I'm out in the east and I plan on New York
Get me a Yankee endorsement
I cannot handle distortion
Split up the portions
Bout time I soared
My rhymes Stay torched
My hands My head
This road I forged
White lines Of course
Tongue tied? No sauce
My hands My head
This road I walk

Written by:
Viva Tshiki

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