Untitled Song
• Written by JFreakTheSizzleGod
Just a white boy from the north,
In the void boutta go forth,
Smoking up nugs like some smores,
Potent stuff up in my drawers,
Close enough to the score,
I Record a lot like a course,
A lot costs ima boutta afford,
Tossing the pot im saucing more,
Aye
Don't approach me please,
Won't be approaching in peace,
Every day another second on the lease,
All the pain I've encountered is unique,
In my lane staying sane as I can be,
This a game where no one can be beat,
Ima keep living rapping what I speak,
The reality of it seems to be diseased,
in a rivalry with the ones who plea,
Call the cavalry ima boutta release,
Fuck the casualties I just need a piece,
Not the type to keep me pleased,
Wit a life I'm chasing in my sleep,
Kiss goodbye to all your fees,
Once I start to blow up quick,
Blunts got me high i'm apart of it
Funds looking low like ima stick,
Tons tooken this ain't just a clip,
All this Love looking hella blissed,
Within my blood I feel the mix,
Grab some bud and take a hit,
The last of us just needs to quit,
She be looking like Succubuss,
I must've quit cause I need a lift,
Lust is found only in the abyss,
Flushing down the last of my cigs,
Smoking caution loud like it's fixed,
