Dreaming

Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming

Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming

That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted

Back into it, they say I’m conceited

Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming

Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming

That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted

Back into it, they say I’m conceited

 

While y’all rapping or maybe capping at a snail rate

Forget the style, I’m stacking with real pace

Smash another dime and forget the high

They boxed me in, and left no option but to fly

Cause I been it, on some slick shit

That’s what they quote

Me, just me, sickest thing spinning since the prototype mode

You drained from how wild I go, and strained from how vile I flow

I chew through you, then wash down who you hang with

Like vault cash, bends that brute, now go suit

Or lay in your mess, my arms talk, I go mute

Penning boss lines, so pay me greatly

If I drag it’s cause I been puffing lately

Alright, maybe one or none, just maybe

Y’all can't brush me safely

And peeled, I still slid off like I don’t care

You met your end, though I snatched your air

You digging this? I stay slicker than the Vikings did

Swinging foes, pick ya method, sticks, clips or fists

 

Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming

Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming

That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted

Back into it, they say I’m conceited

Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming

Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming

That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted

Back into it, they say I’m conceited

 

Mid term crash, the kid lash with a heat flash

Or an assassin, flow tougher than a thesis task

While her dawgs draw metal to you like a film caption

Shorty a menace, probably snatch grants from your admin

On a beat, whether parked or driftin’, I send ‘em

All sly, my pen has the venom

I brag, with a knot fat off dice bags

Freezing and pawning your soul off for a popping tag

Keep it soaked like a motherfucking tribute, right

Weight for weight, I’m live on the device

I’ll announce, arms outstretched, pull you into the town

Say my alias thrice in the glass and if it bounce

I rise up, slide out like they designed

Bust TECs, the flame spitting, who next in line?

Off cider and lime leaf, I’m steeper than high seats on bikers, then I snipe ya

Your comic flair gets three snaps in the cipher

Like stashing drills in the heel of a steel pair

Maybe my skill be trill as G Rap’s, it drills

Shiny raps make you toss your jacket where the climate at

 

Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming

Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming

That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted

Back into it, they say I’m conceited

Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming

Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming

That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted

Back into it, they say I’m conceited