Force

Ay ay ay look i'm on a fast but I'm eating
I quit rapping like every
Other weekend but being a rapper's easy
Right i'm not acting seasoned
but I could honestly go out
Like Steeze, so 'holla if you need me
Alright i'm not that everyday recording
Artist in the
Bio gassed up overplayed undereducated liar
That Mavi he's a rare breed
Been doing this since out the womb
Assume gonging in his head
See I told you I was sitting
In class with class actresses
Who get mad at me when
I toss slurs half hazardly pass with b's
Since class the teeth pretending we had slugs
Some never grow up
Same rappers pretending they got guns
My father taught me the illest
Throughout history had poor penmanship
I picture me sinning with
More pendants than that
My mission is and Preme and wool Pendeltons
Until then my pen'll split your appendages

Ay ay yeah i was disconnected
What house had no home phone
I was messing with hoes
Lil bros rocking my old clothes
I was loving the most
Love is the toughest to show though
I went from
Joe Blow to rose gold off no dough i hate
Feeling naked forsaken my vacant comforters
The pace is amazing and
Spacious with flaming mufflers
Can't mess this up the pressure's on
The scrutiny is brutalized and who can see
How you perceive is usually with truth
Relies on who you ask my left my right while
Grooving into moving traffic
Now the mourning like boohoo and hoover
Crips and used for sadness
That's a death by music
I wanna go to something slow
To reflect my music i'm on the go
I only hope that it flows with my musing
Had no control with no choosing
Throwing flow as I lose it
(I tell ya, yeah that's it)