Lo-Fi Radios

Ok,

Call it Cardiac,

Young Heart-Attack.

Dying all alone,

No Concern of where the Parties At.

I keep it 100, which you can Hardly Act.

 

Posted in my mind, you wont see me in the club bro.

But walk up in the bank, see me hand'em a hundred dubs tho.

Stack up,

Pockets swelling like a big green Bubble.

That's Big League Chew,

Ya sport game Fumbled fore they took the time the looked At You.

 

I Take Time, Practice, then I run my Plays.

Ya'll Lap Times gotchu looking like you run in Place.

Flow switched up, keep it tangled couple ways.

Meanin to Mingle and Tango, but..

Needing a Million and Then Go, uh..

 

See they lost they minds, getting knowledge about this paper.

Same green flakes turn your best friends into ya haters.

Maybe it's the Maker that changes,

But maybe the maker,

that changes for better.

 

Write it up,

Verse it out,

Take a month,

Have your doubts.

No one thought they'd make it selling tapes inside they mommas house.