OFF ft. ProducerTrentTaylor & PSYPIRITUAL Lyrics

I've seen thugs fly bullets, to seen thugs cry tears

Mans just got out, ended up back in the same year

That dust wondered far yonder, essence fill the air just let me ponder

Presence been far from a peer, premonition in my rear view mirrors

Gonna take it farther, than what they can steer

Because the game putty around here

Lil bro you use to play with Crayola's, now pistolas just fill the hole up

Ironic ain't it, that third war hit, we all finna blow up

I still see pieces of the sky on the floor, I think I lost a peace of mind for some hope

Still hoping mine make it home, only time knows

The homies spines strong, ideas mind owned

Those in the glass house fly stones or probably drive drones

Cause this the land of milk and honey, turned to the land of kill and get money

Banana peels when you running, Santana bumping

Fanta with pills in your tummy, cabanas bills while some hungry

But no loaf if you ain't hunting, fake news get more love

Fake love get no attention, this post ascension

Hip hop a boast convention, kids on prescription, boy you can feel the tension

Need to mention babies still in cages, this chick wanna ask bout my placement

Girl I'm displaced with some natives

Certain books built to convert, I lost ties to some turf

No don't cross sides it won't work, I die who I came in with first

So don't lump me up with them, I'm off the ceiling fan

All this stolen land and none of these books wanna talk about that killing damn

The irony the iron bring, from steam engine to Tesla cores

I hear Messiah sing, this 0 point energy, for enemies, and spiteful beings

These sounds move thru your entities, like pounds moving thru these streets

These rounds moving thru these teeth, profound when I do my thing