Limbo Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2020
Lyrics
This your boy dre
(Shout out my uncle Jay)
Money
Feel like I'm in limbo
I can't talk to my kinfolk
I try grounding my ten toes
But live in a world that is sinful
My remedies indo
Full balance need ten more
My enemy's rich folk
I can hear them plotting through vent holes listen
Used to dribble like a bent hose
(Drip drip)
Now I'm scoring off of sixteen
All I wanted was a bimbo
(Cute hoes)
Now I'm in search of a true queen
Takin big steps you just tiptoe
(Tip tip)
Climbing this mountain at ten-speed
(Fast)
What I have now I need tenfold
(Fast)
When did my blood ever succeed
We ain't the same cause you don't read
On different pages I'm growing
(Tough)
Mind is swole like it was Broly
(Tough)
Since a kid I have been lowkey
Learned the world when I was fifteen
Evil incarnate on two feet
(Humans)
Flooded my thought it was unclean
Ripple effecting to twenty-three
How could I work for the European
Observing their actions for certain reasons
(Curious)
Dig a bit then you will see it
History book is their defense
(Columbus)
Now adays same different seasons
Money the motive we all agreeing
Sunnyside smoking on some beaches
Do what we like now the money speaking
Tell me what do I need friends for
(All they do is leave us goodbye)
I have been working on my mental
(I've been working on my insides)
This healing process calls for big rolls
(I've been smoking only big flights)
Understanding what they sip for
(Feel like)
(Feel like)
(Feel like)
(Feel like)
Feel like I'm in limbo
I can't talk to my kinfolk
I try grounding my ten toes
But live in a world that is sinful
My remedies indo
Full balance need ten more
My enemies rich folk
I can hear them plotting through vent holes
Try building up ten floors
In lieu to that flip phone
Y'all glued to that window
Searching for truth is not simple
Soul is cold mentos
The environment sick though
Questioning what I was sent for
My therapist number two pencil
(Talk to me)
Live in a world full of clowns
They masking identity with a few pounds
Made up of make up or plastic it sounds
Make believe but it is how
Robots they operate
Slim fit their diet weight
Progress their sickness eyes ears nose and how they say
Anything coming to mind
Don't you start asking questions
They want you in line
Program your life
Talkin that nonsense get sent home
Leading my people to do right
We are not basic like flip phones
They do not know us they dead wrong
I am a team player type
That can be easier than said so
Aint about all that hype
Starting a dynasty Bledsoe
On the mic day and night
Making lots of noise plinko
Outta mind outta sight
I blasting off like Masenko
Feel like I'm in limbo
I can't talk to my kinfolk
I try grounding my ten toes
But live in a world that is sinful
My remedies indo
Full balance need ten more
My enemies rich folk
I can hear them plotting through vent holes
Try building up ten floors
In lieu to that flip phone
Y'all glued to that window
Searching for truth is not simple
Soul is cold mentos
The environment sick though
Questioning what I was sent for
My therapist number two pencil
(Talk to me)