Stack up

Slanging this wood

Like I live in a cave

Dying for paper

Ain’t making you brave

Faking your streams

You ain’t making no plays

Do it for the love

I ain’t looking for praise

Used to be loss

,Searching for

Inner peace

Came from ground

Centipede

Copy the stezz

Mini me

My spirit bomb

Energy

Aye aye back to Back when my pocket low

Back to the drafts like back

Window

Exposing my soul and it’s wrapped in gold

You know your friends when

Your account is froze

My silence Is

The loudest flow

I get the bag

And I’m out it bro

I get the bag

And I’m out it bro