Time spitting in my face like
There ain't enough hours in the day
To get my weight up lately
Through the eye of a needle
Wit a camelbak
Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission
Time spitting in my face like
There ain't enough hours in the day
To get my weight up lately
Through the eye of a needle
Wit a camelbak
Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission
I won't do you no favors G,
I don't fuck with new neighbors see
Eighty-six on ya'll serpent talkers
Ya'll talking paper, ya'll fake to me
Only drinking if the chaser cheap
Only smoking when the vapor sweet
Only using these vices when I need breaks
From feeling my faith deplete
Been out-rapping these status grabbers
Since graduation, that's word to Ye
Flashing lights on my apparatus
Keep money calling like Sallie Mae
Politic wit my Cali fam
We talk poly-sci then we pass the J
But ya'll funny acting
With the trade exchanges
So I cut the cypher like razor blades
New neuroses keep the pocket deep
I augment the flows while my squad adapt
That's mental flex manifested in physical space
Ya'll ain't got the guard for that
Fighting me is throwing hands witcha shadow
I'm fuel for the doubt in ya writtens' capacity
This shit a travesty
Ya'll still afraid of the dark
While I live in the pit of its gravity
Time spitting in my face like
There ain't enough bours in the day
To get my weight up lately
Zero G, doing sets
Wit the mass on double
And the mask on zip
Don't chase me
Through the eye of a needle
Wit a camelbak
Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission
Tear a hole in the Earth
Get a taste
That's a terabytes' worth
Of the work that you getting
Time spitting in my face like
There ain't enough bours in the day
To get my weight up lately
Zero G, doing sets
Wit the mass on double
And the mask on zip
Don't chase me
Through the eye of a needle
Wit a camelbak
Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission
Tear a hole in the Earth
Get a taste
That's a terabytes' worth
Of the work that you getting
Chop the heads of hydra
Drop the doors, on some suicides,
Snakes do not retain the privilege
To ride wit you and I
Neck to the asphalt
Gassing the next one
Taking the blood of the Ghidorah
Keep it a buck
Monsters exist in my cup
Taking the blood of the Ghidorah
Keep it a buck
Monsters exist in my cup
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