A Ballad for L's (Live in Long Beach) ft. Brandi Price

Sometimes I can't blink, overthink where to start. Then I think in the 3rd, an that filament spark like L's you do you. You just speak from your heart. You speak like you speak when you rip speech apart. Razor sharp with the thought.

On point with my mark. On point like a dart accurate with the talk. On point like the gun in the hand of the law. Pointed at my face because my skin ain't blonde. On point with the point in the previous bar.

On point with my art with no easel or chalk. I'm so on point with no pencil or pen that I just drawl in the wind until it starts talking. Damn, until it starts walking and stalking. MC's on the microphone baulking. Y'all know what that means.

Hard white in your glove and you ain't pitched a thing. I'm so over your head where the halo was not over my brain. I never claimed to have not Don't even finish lines, son. You know that you got. See, everything I say is so well in advance.

I move at the pace of the Rio Grande. All God's timing never give chase. Most of y'all browse for bitches and booty on my space while my baby boo in Malibu. My place about to turn 8. 6 more years, you know how I do.

I think ahead of my peers. Could never understand how y'all stuck in the pas(s)t like the lace in the pigskin hovering grass.uhhh I'm on fire tonight, and the fact that y'all notice means my timing is right. I stay advanced with the life like Frank Lucas at his height. But, no, I'm not a gangster.