SiNCE 1997

By Gooph

On MARS

Released on July 20, 2019

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Dojo master call me sensei

Nighas like this are rare

Go super sayain like anima

Throw a blast with a blare

You heard like comprenda

It’s what I declared

Don’t mess up or make a mistake

Can’t let it happen don’t even dare

Was actin hard nah don’t be afraid

Spark in my eyes made it flare

When I pull up all mascaraed

Ain’t nobody gonna be spared

You was jus actin all bold and brave

But you neither here or there

Send em a message like it’s relay

Talkin bout the turtle and the hare

With some scary nighas but scared nighas I can’t relate

Look the other way when I give em a glare

REAL nighas with me they will never betray

Always rockin no matter what without a care

Females addicted they won’t ever go away

Tell em I’m leavin they askin me where

Actin like someone you not so cliche

I can see crystal clear

Send the pack thru EBay

So easy it ain’t even fair

Ain’t no refunds or rebate

Warning beware

They do what I say

Always alert always aware

Keep a meal for my plate

Relaxed in my chair

Taken it day by day

How I live it I swear

Gettin it together, remind myself not to stray

Imma keep it all square

I stay on point no buffer never delayed

Fresh without any ware

Blessed ever since 1997 in May

I’m feelin like the mayor

Juggin, Money, and Music what I crave

They come by the pair

Only up like a stalagmite inna cave

Climbin to the top of the stairs

Do good but sometimes can’t behave

Sometimes I can’t even bare

This my story it’s what I gave

Tellin it how Imma share

💯 till I rest in my grave

Only RNS, that’s real nigha shit, on everything I swear

My ppls been in the fields but were workin as slaves

Truth I be spittin, no competition don’t even dare

Unique with my distinctaul ethics, laws with rules in my enclave

Discreet under cave when I write these verses, be levels and layers in my lair

Pathways are trails that are meant to be paved

I be selfish with shits don’t be wantin to share

Hade with the vertices, under the world, in my spirit Imma god like I’m hades

In my throne relaxin with my royal snare

Gettin sweet money, when I stack my cake

Can’t acknowledge your presence learned from the past got left at the gate

Mendin relations that needed fixed handyman when I repair

No patience but Imma have to sit here and wait

Made of glass lookin right thru you when I stare

No reel or hook but, I’m catchin with this bait

I’m the Dover to y’all’s Delaware

Captain of the capital time to variate

The spot be 448 feelin like the prince, on my street Bellaire

On Bellaire, high floatin in the air, royalty Gooph be the aire