Riffin Lyrics

Right up in the fast lane tryna get this cash

An I don't know how to read

So the numbers on the dash man

Don't mean shit, lemme grip

This mothafucka just to show you how to rock it

In a way that'll probably make the hate never stop it's

Way to dope to let the time pass

As I approach the scope to let my mind blast

Everything on site, everything on brain

All I wanna do is make a little change like

How I smoke flower by the hour to write sour raps

An patch in some sweet heat

Meditated thoughts got me feeling like a diety-he

You see me laughing? No you don't

Now I'm spell casting like the wizard

That Invented the prisms or the pyramids

I'm just trying to compliment life like syrup did

Too my pancakes, spirit here it

We need to mandate a way to fornicate

An keep a pace with the OG's

For ya, For ya

There's some things that I need to spell out

Before you toy your boy

I'm laced with poise an I'm not afraid to show out

While I'm doubting every clout cloud chasing team

I've been mobbing since 1996, Pricks

Bet ya thought I was old but this a young buck

Whose not afraid to chase the gold or go for platinum

I go for flows that prove you're acting like a chump

Whenever I grab my Glock and put it to the sky

Just to let it dump, dump, dump

Fuck this fire works lemme shake a rump an Murk the Moon

I be staying up all night tweaking tunes

That's looney assuming Buffoonery

Is the only way to bewilder the great ones

Keep their names out of your mouth an it'll be hard to take something

Off of your plate, make a name, roll the dice, make a change

But just know if I ever get stuck I wont say shit

Besides whistling dixie

The only thing worse that a two face bitch snitching is the stiches a six feet

Lately I've been on the down an out but right now

I am flying, ripping on this backwood

Soul supplying myself with the juice

Don't let all the bullshit they say jade your muse

It is you, Emulate the roots you nimkumpoop

You don't get two, life's an that's a fact

Hearts in tact, when the DJ scratches tracks

I will bring boom bap back to balance

With no malice just a pallet an a pillow plus some weed

Maybe I am just a Rasta man

With the master plan for my peoples needs

This is light work