Back From The 80's

I keep the blamma in the drawer with the pajamas

I keep the ammo in the bananas

I keep the standards high as the Canyon

I treat the Grammy's like some medallions

I treat the randoms like some companions

I treat the weed like some azelias

I got more value than I got failure

I got more flings than I got flair

I don't dream if I do not have nothing to wear

You see what I mean and that's why you stare

I know you believe, I know you beware

I know she a fiend, and this an affair

If momma a queen and poppa a bear

You run out of steam, you run out of stairs

I run in Supreme, and get something rare

She run to the team and now she a player

We live on the edge, we die in the air

We sick in the head, but pockets is well

We tiptoe on eggs, we out of our shell

Our vision is red, the eyes are as well

We can't pay attention, we got to pay bills

It doesn't make sense, if it's not making mills

We do not take pictures, we're not taking L's

If y'all love to listen, then I hate to tell

If y'all scared to visit, then I take it there

If heaven is real, then y'all fake as hell

Cut off your heels and bounce on your tail

I'm on a mission, survival is real

Man, fuck how I fix it admire the repairs

Im talking six but my mind is on twelve

Poppin' prescriptions on top of the hill

Even the devil advised me to chill

I told that nigga, stay out of my hair

She just want to fuck in the throne

Shit get too deep and they dug up your bones

I'm sippin' that Sleep and I'm smoking that Gone

When you reach your peak, we gon' cut off your arms

She sniffin' that King and she mix it with Kong

Her clit got a ring, and my dick got a horn

This is what I call a risk and reward

We cutting it close, give the ninja the sword

Fuck what they think, man these niggas dont know us

This shit is sick and it get in your pores

And then you a corpse, and then is the morgue

Me, Imma hustle until it's the Forbes

I swore, it was no more than a chore

The house by the water, condo by the shore

I'm sure, I'm all about that manure

Cooler than leather and hot as velour

I'm not the one, when it is war

I'm on the front until combat is done

And I got your tongue, stomp on it once

Then smile at your young they see I'm having fun

Shit don't get brazy, 'til I say go brazy

Run up on your haven and pop at your nasal

Your baby gon take me straight down to the basement

Gun to the head, she get down to the basics

No dramatization, we popping these gauges

Even the neighbours gon' feel the vibrations

Behind desperation, it's just in our nature

So cold-hearted, persperation turn to glaciers

Ovations, better be loud and bodacious

And then Imma take me a bow and be gracious

Wipe the gun off with my towel

Throw it in the crowd

And then take a pow at the spacious

I'm out of my mazes, Im out of my cages

I'm out of the labels, I'm kind of escapist

I profit, I praise it, I spend it, I save it

I buy me a nation, you renting on avis

I'm in it, I sit it, I did it, you said it

You killin', you playing, I'm friendly, I'm faded

I get way to high to get through the hiatus

You look in my eyes and my pupils dilated

I'm true to my ratings, I'm glued to my statements

I just want to dive in the pool of my payments

I'm in and outrageous, I'm rippin' out pages

You runnin' your mouth, see how quick you can chase it

And then you rephrase it, we stick to invasions

The stick is malicious, equipped with a laser

The temperature blazin, the tension is raising

You smell the dead once, gotta live with the fragrance

Sickness is real, the meds is too tasty

Death is related, happy we made it

Keeping it dirty like Sanford and Grady

Young mula baby, I'm back from the 80s

Dedication

Sick shit