Bolo

Yeah, so when I rip it, alcoholic flow is liquid

Stories hella vivid, ten toes a brother kick it

For the fam blaspheming, I'm the gawd damned man

With a team puffing green with a hot hand, man

Don't make me go blaze, you won't surface for days

I was birthed in the ways of the murk and the haze

Not a jerk needing praise, I work in a daze

Smoking purp until I phase, I'm ghosting in the open

Hoping it's an omen, I don't know where I'm going

I'm flipping word birds until they chirp on the page