Aye
Look-
I’m here, the lights on-I’m ready to sin,
Coming from-humble beginnings, developed the pen,
Into a weapon that formed, against you,
Ready to dismiss-no issue, but,
I know, I know, I been gone too long,
Page been cold, left with no songs for you-to sing along to,
Well, the magicians appeared, ready to-compose the music-you ready? Let’s dooooo-it!
Back on the mission, my bags are packed,
Pistols are clean-my mags are stacked,
So whatever comes afterwards is trash in fact,
(My bad…)
I know I’m just stating the passive facts,
The type shit we look back-and laugh at that,
Like led beltbuckles-SnapBack caps,
Or-Motorolas and half off snacks
Aye!
You feeling me dawg?-you feeling the style?!
I ain’t been feeling this way in while,
Kick back, grab a beer and let my thoughts go wild,
The star child, fully grown now-my hair grown out-the oldest son-boy, I care nothin bout-
Anything!-nah, I’m kidding though-
Just peep the flow, this old school pro-
(WHAT?!)
Joking around, the class clown-making you smile,
Girl, stop pretending like you can’t you down
[Splash]