I’m on my existential crisis flow Feel this in my genes with the blue notes Glued my pocket closed so the groove holds It’s formal in the mind Talking dress yourself up so you don’t think That’s a wink to myself Toss my image in the kitchen sink Washed up So tomorrow is told Copped the new Jordans so my fit don’t match with my soul It’s getting grimy day to day Still don’t know where my real ones lay Still wonder where my heart stay All the way to NWA, 88’ The flow is never faked still chilling on the lake Straight laid back, any open hands get they head smacked True rap for those feel that Bap to boom, you said that your raps cool? Cap I’m running circles round tracks while they dogs to the bowl They lappin Am I the only one that got they toe tappin? I only heard hands clappin, no yappin Call my vibe alternative, but I’m the captain The way I’m rapping, caught a nap after the matinee Coolin’ with my friends, someone tell me what’s happening Spirit too rich, so let’s head back to the mansion I’m hanging out the car window like I’m in the movies Been saving for that motion picture, paying all in loonies I’m breaking change casings just to match the offers looming Now the car zooming, stay inside for beauty now, present to me Wow, catch a L if you think you stepping to me Imma clap you like it’s Drake against the Pacers, rest assured You goin walk out like those UofM professors every other minute Life is like a blur, but the moment is what’s definite Now, in the current, go with the flow that keeps you going Everybody judge til they look into it Anybody judge quick get put through it Bodies getting caught when the Lord come down So you best stick to using your wit until you hit the ground Cause they say real players in the game get the accolades But some are handed fame, the rest harvest talent in a different way We call it spirit, so until the end, I’ll be dipping quick; disappearing From the party to hang out with close ones that I’m into hearing Don’t start, I do not care, I’m Ed Sheeran Used to feel foggy, now I’m in the clearing Coolin’ with my friends, someone tell me what’s happening Spirit too rich, so let’s head back to the mansion I’m graceful with the motions like I’m Richard Gere Shall we dance? Graceful with the emotions like I’m matadoring fear Pacing like Miller, I’m all killer, moving with the Queen Sippin clean, hydration’s high priority, my juice is green Huh, I’m eating healthy, only problem is degrees Cause these angles ain’t finding my good side, nah I don’t think it’s me For these good vibes, I’m a fiend I fall asleep in interviews cause your talking points are the opposite of coffee beans And I like green tea, pump it in my veins But I ain’t mean, I look to support the fam, that’s my regime Quick to be on the forefront of the scene Describing the series of events that led to the climax of the crime It seems that a teen broke into the back of the McD’s last night Stole a hundred dollars, 10 Big Macs, then dropped dead from clogged arteries Nah, it was an AR-15 Swear this world is too messed to live in But in the interest of good spirit, I’ll never give in Games can be fun until you realize rules don’t matter Those without a conscience often rise above the chatter But I swear they souls never settle, it’s more the latter Like they always need to be gaining and rising, they just getting wack-er That’s the type of shit that’ll cause you to be found dead on the crapper No thanks, I’m more an old soul than a trapper Vibe grabber, these other rappers trash, I throw them in the compactor Or maybe they plastic, I’ll reuse em on my tracks, make them better Boiled under the heat, make ‘em sweat like they wearing sweaters in the summer Bummer to those trying to bump my album in the Hummer Kept it running but the battery still dead, no wonder