Cole said it's much
Darker this time now
Molato how?
Nah nigga juss
Playin around
Chillin out wit my boys
Ploppin round town
Trynna develop this sound
I don't like it smoked
I want fire
Wanna burn this whole
Shit down with desire
Yeah I got that passion
A little fashion sense
But who needs clothes girl
Get undressed
Baby 201 on the
Area code but
Still the best dome
Don't get ahead of yourself
Trynna break a sweat?
Yes let's just sex
Gotta keep my mind
On my riches
Distractin ass bitches
Pac spoke real
So sad
ASAP
Hands on the wheel
Trynna make it out
Alive through these
Waves of sound
We feel
(HOOK)
Didn't know back then
That I'd be this man
/
Sorry I ain't what
You've set out to be
My soul's a bag
And I pour my
Heart out in chips
Feelin feelins through
Through my visual slits
Hearin searin aromas
Through some audible clicks
I'm left blind to the bullshit
Thought I'd be handsome
Put-together; dapper
Nah
I'm just some fuckin rapper
Some fucked up disaster
Thought I'd have her
Damn mad insecure
Greed to me
Was a novelty
Now I'm chasin the paper
Uh
Waitin around
Trynna hear these sights
And see these sounds
Fuck it though
Know who I am now
Self oriented mind control
To unfold unto my own goals
(HOOK)
Didn't know back then
That I'd be this man
/
Sorry I ain't what
You've set out to be
Hey broham! Where's the rumham?
Haha DeVito Frankie the man
Damn now I'm just
Ramblin like bamalam
Woah black betty
Sam I am just
Makin no sense
Some non sense
Cause this ain't
About a contest about
Who says what in what
Context
Juss trynna flow doe
Havin fun like
We trippin on the road doe
Where to go
Who knows
But for real
It's been real bro
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023