A Ballad for L's (Live in Long Beach) ft. Brandi Price Lyrics

Sometimes I can't blink, overthink where to start. Then I think in the 3rd, an that filament spark like L's you do you. You just speak from your heart. You speak like you speak when you rip speech apart. Razor sharp with the thought.

On point with my mark. On point like a dart accurate with the talk. On point like the gun in the hand of the law. Pointed at my face because my skin ain't blonde. On point with the point in the previous bar.

On point with my art with no easel or chalk. I'm so on point with no pencil or pen that I just drawl in the wind until it starts talking. Damn, until it starts walking and stalking. MC's on the microphone baulking. Y'all know what that means.

Hard white in your glove and you ain't pitched a thing. I'm so over your head where the halo was not over my brain. I never claimed to have not Don't even finish lines, son. You know that you got. See, everything I say is so well in advance.

I move at the pace of the Rio Grande. All God's timing never give chase. Most of y'all browse for bitches and booty on my space while my baby boo in Malibu. My place about to turn 8. 6 more years, you know how I do.

I think ahead of my peers. Could never understand how y'all stuck in the pas(s)t like the lace in the pigskin hovering grass.uhhh I'm on fire tonight, and the fact that y'all notice means my timing is right. I stay advanced with the life like Frank Lucas at his height. But, no, I'm not a gangster.

Still, I am a g. A motherfucking genius should have been a prodigy. But pops fell asleep and didn't cultivate the seed, so now I stand as a man of devastating MC, but fuck that. Hip hop's a pigeonhole, and I'm as free as a bird about to let my wings blow. Watch how I reach my speech transmits your nerves, then transfers to words and writes upon your heart.

And writes upon your heart, that's when your soul merge. That's when I play the back and let God work. Because I am just a vessel conduit by design. So amazing, so brazen, crooked, sticks, draw, straight lines. All praise to the divine.

No glory claiming mine. I am just sand in this big hourglass of time waiting on God so he could draw my last line. I said, I am just sand in this big hourglass of time waiting on God so he could draw my last line. Lo.

Yes. I am a Christian, but I'm far from Christ like. So I pray each and every night, forgive what I write.

Heard that God so loved the world that he gave his only son. Still, I gotta tell my boy this world don't give a shit, son. It don't care about you. It don't care about your health. It don't care about your dreams or if you ever get wealth.

It don't care about your sister. It don't care about your mother. It ain't never gave a damn about your pops. Ask his brother, no. Ask your granddad because his dad ran out.

Then he played the victim when it took the same route, and I ain't harping on my pops. This shit gotta stop.

Y'all ready to move? Hey. I really think that I could get you guys high. I really think that. But it's not me.

But I think it could happen.