Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
It’s the Christo, spit as I get higher
The supreme team, I’m on my empire
I’m on the fiends, redeemin with a dream
I been heating like a pipe, trynna hype my regime
So get em off, bitch I’m rolling up
New York state of mind, out the dungeon, who you holdin up
I made it back, but I’m back jackin beats
Audio jack jacked up like jack in these streets
I’m a ripper, Bona Fide ace
But these rappers on acid like they balancing the base
Nah fuck that, I don’t fuck with the nonsense
Good weed and liquor my only godsends
[Hook]
And they might go bonkers if my mind ponders from hydroponics
And they might go bonkers if my mind ponders from hydroponics
[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m god sent, half villain like I’m Madlib
My bars they been hard, your bars flaccid
I’m cookin stones, but I grew up where they throw rocks
Get domes popped, and people get they doors shot
I’m talkin tanks, airstrikes, and rebels
Houses blown to nothing, kickin Palestine pebbles
I’m from the strip, taking trips down my memory
And my homies on a fucking diet from the enemy
Well fuck that, yo I feel ya pain
I’m just glad the missile missed me like I’m Lil Wayne
I know I’m gone but this shit still the same
So mind floats on while I’m on Mary-Jane
I kick rocks, spit hot, hope this shit stop
Music is god, so my faith stocked in hip-hop
[Verse 2]
So I might go bonkers if my mind ponders from hydroponics
Yeah I might go bonkers if my mind ponders from hydroponics
Komentarze (0)