Psalm

Try eyeballing vics out the ounce bro

Just an outlaw with no scale, no gun getting bags off

Pops ain't even know how to handle Mal

Before God Tier ever had a beating heart, moving ounces was a head start

Till that weed that was sold had me held up in a headlock, hardheaded as I watch the guillotine drop

Drained cause my thoughts so loud and they won't stop

Many so called friends ain't even checking in

no pit stops (fuck them)

We all got our roadblocks, it's obstacles within the bedrock

Got you checkin analog clocks, you ain't no janitor

You tryna figure out when you gonna blow up