93 Palm Ave. Lyrics

The books are closed, it's heating up

Burning slow, while I'm speeding up

I'm not asking for their blessing, I'll do it if I need to

The threats they make are see through, I'm done keeping it peaceful

They wanted this, they got it, I'm too fucking high to be bothered

And their whole vibe is obnoxious, they, they got, they got some shit they need to acknowledge

All those little shots they take is only bringing on more violence

I don't talk shit for the shock value, that move is played out

Casket or cement room's, the only way out

I'm not walking into no labels' unless I'm moving heavy

Cause moving light'll get you laid out

They try to hit me but I rarely trip up, I never switched up they're making shit up

I'm way more jaded a lot of things have happened I ain't shown so they think I'm faking

It's better off if they don't know let them think we're playing

I came into this alone that's the same way I'll leave, it's just a fact I made peace with that

Nothing's guaranteed, they'll come for me regardless if I make it or I don't

I'm just aiming for that crib on Palm Ave. like Al Capone