Flying Rough

Yeah
Yeah yeah
Last night you were writing weren't you?
So?
So? It probably means you're smart
I mean I aint dumb
So when you're off
Being all smart and reading and writing and thinking all this smart shit
You're flying man
Yeah
Man
Flow like I should've been on the 09 Freshman cover
But I was at Laurel Highlands High arguing over who's better
Local scene shit
Left the city and seen shit
Everybody dreaming
Shit
But nobody means it
Sensitive about the craft I'm pissed when they demean it
Ho'n out the culture so now we coppin the cleanest
I'm the only cat on the card in Hanes tees from the ninth grade
Cuz I sold the Mulu shirt off my back for a fan that lets my jams play
I think I should leave
But she make me stay
She like the rugged feel those niggas give
But loves the poems I display
She got my heart on a string that Jigsaw made
She playin games baring face paint
I scream in pain
But I will survive
You can believe that
My post reflect I just might die
But no one tweets back
By the time they do I've filled up a canvas with bloody strokes
Using the sweat and the tears as the rain washing away the mope
I'm too lyrical to make it let the simple tell it
My ears are cauliflower
Now my defense hate repellent
These voices gettin pretty loud
I think that Lucy sent em
Even when they put me down
I'm out here representing
Goals of making the city proud
Guess I should be selfish
Cuz they don't fuck with the sound unless you selling
Posted on the gram
Pushing plays for the incentive
Pay me in ears
I'll barter my soul for you
If you let me
Yeah
I'm too different if the simple listening But
I ain't trippin it takes too much for me to give up
I'm a Spitta like lowriders and tree twisted up
I'm a Spitta you don't like it I ain't giving a fuck
I'm too different if the simple listening but
I ain't trippin it takes to much for me to give up
I'm a Spitta like lowriders and tree twisted up
I'm a Spitta you don't like it I ain't givin a fuck
Do it myself like Russ
But I'm no demon
But do we see ourselves as such
This weed got me thinking
Do a lot of dirt
Make a little love
You think that God still gon forgive us push comes to shove?
You gon pass it or what bruh?
You right man
I'm holding the cone
Zoned out
face in my phone
Thoughts staying at home
I'm grounded
A walking xanny bar
Relax the hounding
The tape will dropped when it's ready
I'm still dropping the loudest
But I get it
Put years into spitting
Little to show
Besides a couple of shows
And a pretty polished flow
Rock the crowd like a hook to the nose
Who wanna oppose
I guarantee defeat turns old friends into foes
It's friendly competition
Keep your feelings at the door
Or remain in your feels
Get you a Drizzy deal
I did three faces with the attic
Time to reveal how I really feel
But fuck it
Let me get back to my chill