No keys
• Written by Sixtano
Low key I had no key drug or house
Still small amounts left from an ounce
That's what life's about
And my wife's mouth
Sexually not verbally verse be
Me just cursing at the lord
Pen is the sword without a space
That is penis in your face
And it's erect like a statue not removed
Renewed my balance walking shoes
My soul has wounds but I'm a man
I do what I can
I don't talk much about that damage because I can't
So I write my stance
Despite plans god laughs in advance
Like it is no game boy I'm in a lane boy
Can't drive yet so old not in control
Digging myself a hole
How many feet should it be?
So many peers appear to be
In a good position
Most likely an illusion with the image
That media depicted
Hallucinations of a nation
Without the shrooms till no tomb is vacant
My mind sacred no vapin out shape and
Smoking Pall mall
Been rapping since Paul wall
You can always give me a call
Been through it all
Yet more to go scoreboard is broke
Game went ghost my only hope
Getting paid is a nope
But been doing this for longer than most
No joke the punchlines clean as soap
Ahead like shampoo of the folks that said fuck you
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Sixtano
Member since January 1 2022