VIRGO SZN ft. Rocky The Gem Dealer Lyrics

So today is my 24th birthday

And this is my present to myself

I bought myself a drum

That I've been wanting for the last ten months

I think

Oop! That was a little sharp

As an artist I think we're always exploring new mediums

And I think this is my latest medium that I am exploring

Rambling

Shit

One water bottle at a time, nigga

We going right through this, man

It's all part of the plan, man

I put the water on my hands

I put my hands into position

Channel essence towards my haters and I heal em

You know what I'm sayin

Kin shit only, man

Look

Virgo season's over

The world is getting colder

Good bye Corona bottles

Hello coronavirus

When it comes to staying safe there's no such thing as modest

The drip explains the vision, I think I'm Jackson Pollock

Would you write your name on paper for a lousy dollar?

If I write my name on paper, that's a thousand dollars

I'm out in Bed-Stuy masked up with my fucking Katas

Hit the Westside with no Gunn and no problems

Make a bitch nigga taste my shoe polish

Sometimes I wonder how'd I make it thru college

Ironically, it's black air forces my shooters rocking

Ironically it's the government running thru my pockets

I kinda wanna roll a spliff... yeah

Fuck I'm already clapped

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I'm missing class

But then I remember that time has passed, no looking back

It's still a pandemic, do not pass, I ain't puffin that

I'm pushing my passion like pack

Louder than anything else

Black Lives Matter of fact

Imma start building some wealth

I got the world on my side, still do it all by myself

I'm telling niggas don't rent

Take out a mortgage it's better, you get more land for the cent

Niggas don't want smoke, so now I'm installing a vent

Every choice I ever make I give it a hunnid percent

Imma die independent, I won't die in the pen

I know penalty when I see it, you stuck in a box

I'm so heavenly, smoking tree while conversing with God

I put the melody in reverse and it's hitting the spot

All my niggas own a pair of Timbs, don't step to the squad

I'm all madness, no March

You no bite, all bark

All static, no spark

The land masses from Manhattan down to Staten is a farce

Sent the package to the Bronx but gift-wrapped it in the floss, nigga

Uh! Niggas know that I put the work in

I got bags under all three eyes, all Birkin

It's some geometric depth to my art, my spliffs perfect

They wanna know how I fit so much God into one person

What I say? I, I, tell em it's the braids

For as much as I get faded, I might never get a fade

And these niggas want some paper so I'm ripping out a page

We boutta hit Gyu Kaku for dinner, don't be late

But Imma be late

Nigga I'm allowed to be late

I'm the fucking one bringing everybody

I'm the one that brought everybody together, nigga

Y'all niggas gotta be on time for me

Fuck you thought this was