To the brink

To the brink young bruvv

Keep it pushin puh puh ppushin Uhh

Times grind

On the rough mind in a rut

Lying to the gut break me off something prideful

In sight outta body

My in flight Bacardi

Won't ignite the party

When I’m flying in to Austin

One reality not so close to the next

But

My alternative keep me close to my breath

Stuck

Over-analyze them thoughts never pay forward

I paid for it

No line of credit or bank storage

Plus

My currency divided

The crowd react or personal conncetions sum of my masses

Now multiply it

It all eqauls anxiety my motivation

Not from competition

Or mode or mission

Profession no way of livin

I know my limits

And matter fact that’s all I ever know

No Adventure in my country

Borders break the ebb & flow

A rebel just don’t let it go

But I’m at a moment where I question if I’m credible

Tangible goals

Coming of age

Or Man against ghost?

I don’t know

To the brink

To the brink young bruvv

Keep it pushin puh puh ppushin Uhh

Born breached cold feet

Hands Sweat Hold piece

Whoa beast

Slow roll

Straight Creep

Old grease

Still hot

Dirt cheap

Chill Rob

All Gee

You outchea?

We stillchea

N B -- D

Bricks in a wagon blicks on vicmode

BLVD mugs calling dibs on the future

Dirty lipped sugar tongue filthy mouth

Rotten ass tricked out rapper

U don't start runnin til they shoot you

Guilty til proven insolent

Impotent villains revealing feelings of insignificance

Sealing their fate

Bone chilling dome spilling

Chrome spinning revolver sizzling

Peeling the face of a diligent

Stoic militant

Sticking the prick in a bottle of ink

Liquor stinking the spitter slicker like

Hit the lick like more than a snicker

Stick to the chips snaxxx & a dip

Quick to Vick half of the vig

Grab & bag gonna pack in more than it fits

Coming of age

Or Man agains ghost?

I don’t know

To the brink

To the brink young bruvv

Keep it pushin puh puh ppushin Uhh