Sacrifices

Yeah this a marathon sprint
Trust it dawg, I'm all in
Live or ride this morning
MIKE on the way here
Voice clear for the moment
My soul dance with the snare
Shawty see the way I smile now
No, I can't lay down my hair
Que call to the Earth
How a circle fit within a square?
Navy on the path, prepare
Say his name and he appear
Set the feelings to the right
Cause when I write, I'm facing fears
Sacrifice in the rear view
I shed the sad of the year
I bled and patched up the tears
My head is wrapped up, I'm getting back up
Spirit on me strong, demons act up
I just pen the song, I just need love
Niggas wearing masks, huh
Can't bear to pass her handshake, no grasp
Inexplicably a fact reminiscin' all we had
Said the wrong to his face
I know the karma working fast
One foot, feeling like a Maverick
You could find me on the Ave
Secrets busting out the stash
Why were they hurting on my dad?

Aye man dumbing phase for a portion
Droplet in the vacuum make a sphere
Walk the globe in scarlet Cortez swoosh
Every time we lose troops, creeps appear
Wind'll make you cry then push you forward?
That's the way the deity you
Made the globe work
I engage in faith and everyday embrace is
Raised and places based in pure love
Space is made by vacant days, enormous
Baby faced but daily tame intake a
Grain phase and nothing short but
Nathan in the way It's safe of course, bruh
I can't believe I could even know something
And how I just sleep and it even going public
Get it to the car
I couldn't hold the older grudges
Act like niggas couldn't show me nothing
Know the Gods ringing in my ear
Like it's ‘06
Papa new Audi made me fiend for gold wrist
Melting nuggets down Jokić
Me and Navy like a play that the Coach in
Walk the track, spat it, encroachments
And I'm trash bagging my old sea
Mother and passing the homie
Karma hittin' fast but it's lowkey
You shown the quick flash of the gold teeth
The whiplash hit, kick lag like zig zag zig
Gold piece ten pass, figaro
Hit sad big gash from a stove
This ass Chris fast in the goat like
Kristaps with his back to the goal
Marathon sprint paradigm shift
Lot between a pair of eyelids
Nigga, gotta be