Ay ay ay you know how it is. Writing up storms, this is how i spit
Yea, now i'm on that shit throwing up lines way to quick
Find a spot to sit, runnin outta breath, i can't say this shit
Ay i'm on that shit, hyperventilating just to say it quick.
Yo i gotta split, keep my mind sharp just to slay that shit
Gotta keep it aerated, yea you know i can't fake it
Riding the train through my cognitive station
Taking new shit just to find the replacement
Yea i cannot trace it, i can't even carbon date it
Yea not even a remnant, i promise its relevant
The weight of this shit is holdin’ me down
Its pushin’ my face into the sediment
Some call it ground yea it's known around
As gravity, like dark matter but less permanent
I'm breaking the earth like i surveyed it
Like survey said that your surveillance sure aint shit
Yea survey says that you gotta pay that shit
Replaying it like a receipts tip