I'm either too far from home or not leaving
It's too packed over there boy that shit heaving
I could be at home locked up that's still freedom
Privacy comes with a cost you can't envision the art
All you be feeling is carts all I be feeling is hearts
Sometime I fuck with the brain, me? Magician on stage
Breaking a mirror with my face that keep bad spirits away
Not only light up the sage, dog, I could light up the way
I brought enough oil today
Don't tell the U.S of A though
'Cause ya'll be sitting ducks when the U.S invade So
I ain't shooting ducks but I'll shoot out your windows
Ain't even going in unless ya'll got a Nintendo
Comprende? Ten toes on the pavement
But in pain with no one to heal you like Dende
But I'm still proud my wigga you not brown
Yet this shit bump loud at
Up towns
Ah! Got your hands going up, down
Said got your hands going up, down
Said I don't even wanna find out who's more petty
'Cause I'm way too competitive and this a sport baby
I see where we heading I've been driving sport lately
I could see you feel the same I been singing lone lately
You won't even get the chorus
And that's your favorite part I feel us tearing apart
I wanna sit and talk about it, you wont stay in the car
Personalities surround me feel like a bitch in a bar
Don't even wanna serve these rappers I'm just dishing out bars
I have permission to fall
Think my mom and dad got partial fault moving abroad
Okay, nah but like
Who would of thought that I could play the game
Like this we came from
Moving a dot
Move it aside I'm coming through my head and dick is too wide
Mama say mama sa you might petition the guy
'Cause ima say what you would not like I'm descendant from God
You just talk no you don't listen no wonder kid wanna die
Don't tell me I cant fly go ahead roll your eyes
You gone get hit by the wings on both my sides
Tell me I cant fly go ahead roll your eyes
You gone get hit by the wings on both my, both my
Both my sides, both my, both my sides
It's Cassonade yo