Sorry Bonita

It's all illusions, fixed gear cruising

Fixed reality shrouded from governmental pollution

I ain't a saint, the holy ghost up in my aura rebuked it

It's the era of indigo and they go with the preachin

I ascend as the seasons, go on and I vanish

Cause I notice I'm slowly becoming way more imbalanced

A king with the crown, firm grip on the chalice

Solid gold angel coming back to burn down this Babylon

Has told many tales, his flows you could sells

Mastering wind elements, I move with the gales

'Cause I'm a socialite in the night, bitch get right enable

I'm boxin yo dorm, Put my Nikes on the coffee table

My tongue's below her navel, she makes it where her skills enable

Seals my hands on her extremities, we're choppin up these remedies

Came in between her and I

We leave it to the constellations like should we continue relations?

I think not cause all I do is smoke pot

And make beats, and yo ass just want back shots

Smoker's club, Michael Jordan how I'm killin 4 quarters

You stashin' the trash, hoarder

Yo girl startin to bath water, it's Dirty

And that's not an introduction, it's nutchin

Dirt on my shoulders, like Hova

My niggas turn boulders soft, that's the shit that me and jovid saw uh

And now it's like Pro Era in stores

All my niggas opening doors,

All my bitches is braless, flawless more or less

Balance was the key, more action less speaking

Everybody wants a piece

Peace

Check

(Peace)

Yo

When I release the flows I goes over yo dome far

The nigga to represent the barrio, we hold bars

I shine further, you sons get in the bogard

You gotta pick yo road, give it a go, keep the point gawd

Better with the regis my mind, they manifestin

Beast coast, yea we the pros, you don't wanna mess with

We leave you breathless, don't second guess the best who blessed it

Less than yo adolescence when I speak my progression

Bring it down baby

Bring it down baby, uh

This is what I asked for, asked for

Chillin at my backdoor, back off, mine tweakin on bath salts

Confuse my intelligence, maybe I'm irrelevant

So eloquent, being riders with a elephant

The higher rank tryna pull a trump card

When I try and do the things, I deserve all respect

Intricit my amount, boy to any amount

To any account, probably I gets em out uh

I can see it through the pyramids

I can see it through the pyramids

I can see it through the pyramids

I must admit, I must admit

The mental state of a nigga that was scheduled for great

Following schedules, never scheduled for break

But still embrace he'll put ya' neck in a brace;

Regular days went to getting paid regular

Respectin the Era where the Era's been ascendin up

Got all types of fans that's always sendin us love

And ex girls that I loved I now offend with a glove

And stay deeper, pistol head in the buck

'Cause Mr. Hinds always gotta float to let the people know that nigga head is above

Regular sea height, cause they 3rd eye never seen height

Cause only this Brooklyn street light gave me shine to shine for these nights

Came with the free ice to bag bodies on the beat sipes

Bring it down baby

Bring it down baby, uh

Lookin for who's in charge, don't be shocked, I'm the plug

Get inside like the socket, the surgeon, the sergeant

Energy – I put all in

I'm learning the flaw things

In the storm you stand out, you can struck and stand up

I know how to conduct, feelings electric

Well we're connected, your buttons are pressin

Can test the reception, I sent you a message

Let me know if you get this, a question

Seen it all in the retrospect, to retro steps

Like it's '93 still, got '93 til mic skills

Even got the Acro Jack

Like for real there no testin, my tribe is not some Tribe called Questions

My professions are not no seconds

To know veterans and they meant it's a thing

I'm a menace, insane, minister brain is at the minister flame

Make it rain, she in pain, tell the 4th gal to drink

Got my head up in my dreams

Everything ain't what it be seemin'

Don't blame me girl, blame my semen

You got good jeans so your inseams made seamless

And off top you're a genius

We took a hit of of the greenest

Now she have more fear on the atmosphere but don't intervene us

Break her body down to the genus and so she leavin

She didn't get to pick and now I see Sophia

She get it's on, sorry Bonita but

Sophia got a applebum

Sophia got a applebum

I'm thinkin I should take it home

What you sayin?