Smoke 2 grams

Up in 1 dutch

Never really needed much

Always had a special touch so they feel me

Im nice under pressure

Killing beats is just a guilty pleasure

Dont even put in full effort

I easily get it done

Flow like water

Once its on

I just let it run

Only right since I'm a track star

Listen to the proof , every track hard

Tell the D.j spin it like a frisbee

Let me see if they can catch it

White noise

Black magic

I'm in cognito

While everything thats fake is right in front ya face

But they blind tho

Ain't even in my scope because they micro

I dim the lights and shift my eyes low

Sticky green celery scented weed help me surrender to serenity

A member of eternity

Is what I will attempt to be