Cards

(album: Wherever You're Going I Hope It's Great - 2021)

Cards, we swiping cards
They want an inch, we give a yard
Not fully charged
We dropping anchors like a harbor
Posted up in places that we can't afford
We can't afford, we can't affor

(We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards
They want an inch, we give a yard
Not fully charged
We dropping anchors like a harbor
Posted up in places that we can't afford
We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus

This what happens when god die and the demons rule
Apocalyptic, let's get descriptive on evil tunes
Pay your respects or end up dead on your local news
Scrap heap the books and get freaky 'cause that's what heathens do (Oh shit)

My stomach faded, my mental hungry, my mind been ill
My ego turning, my liver burning, I quit the pills
My Nana asking me "why is you always chasing thrills?"
Only way to find myself some dollar bills
My mind been leveled up
My lonely spirits shaking and dranking the devil's cup
I got the special stuff
I smoke the shit and awaken, my vacant brain erupts
I hope to say enough
My life been nipped and tucked
A lonely roads behind me telling me they been catching up

Cards, we swiping cards
They want an inch, we give a yard
Not fully charged
We dropping anchors like a harbor
Posted up in places that we can't afford
We can't afford, we can't affor
(We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards
They want an inch, we give a yard
Not fully charged
We dropping anchors like a harbor
Posted up in places that we can't afford
We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus

Whatever hurdle, exposure or situation
A boulder inside my path once crossed will not remain
In plain, I've risen higher than church windows with stains
They hate, but like the devil, they won't call me by name
Bitch, I'm great
Straight out the belly of the beast wit' it
Four hundred degrees, couple broken bones and some teeth missing
We running things, yeah, we bleed different
So tuck your chain, we don't need attention
And fuck the fame, I just handle my business, dismantle the system
The road to the riches has been paved in blood diamonds
So fuck it, my neck shining, fuck it, my Patek dancing
Blow 'bout a hundred million, wasted on my advance
Too stuck in the fast life, peeping my gas light
Drank too much last night, thought I was seeing double
Thought I was leaving trouble, I'm wrong, I move a muscle
The drinks was telling me to cause a scene
I got bruised knuckles, ya feel me?

Cards, we swiping cards
They want an inch, we give a yard
Not fully charged
We dropping anchors like a harbor
Posted up in places that we can't afford
We can't afford, we can't affor

But I been on a fast course, they wanted a rap chorus
But the shit I'm speaking isn't sinking in, don't act porous
I'm exactly what they wanted and then some
The task force cleansing in the game 'cause they asked for it
You bastards
Need to wash yo' ass end get up off at two
What's the difference from me to you? I made a couple of tunes
Couple of moves that went right
So we could garner the views
So why I'm still stressing 'bout I ain't finish with school?