Letras
Can't stay shook, in the field, get the playbook
Say what, making power Os, run the safecut
It's hell now, when we touch down, we blaze up
Stars all on me, just like I'm Aikman, you ain't us
Apologies for the aroma
I was blowing down some mind-boggling doja
I'm cold when I'm sober
I'm still doing what I'm supposed to, I told you it's over
I don't need a conversation now, the motion is closure
I'm back rolling up with batted wounds, ash the last half
Relax and then I tap into another state, fuck with me
I'm on that bullshit, andale, andale
The first thing after we tap the terpenes
The White Durban got us working
But we still chill cause of the myrcene
My ideas swirling, into the lane of view to do a filay or two like Kyrie Irving
And that's the worst thing, that they don't wanna see
Man it always chuckles me
How the niggas that talk the most shit, that be ones that's under me
And I ain't on a pedestal, but I'm tired of petty fools
Playing by they setted rules and still being best to lose
I'm moving through being stressed and confused
I needed head room to see the possibilities I could ascend to
It's all mental, to get where you always meant to
Spent a grip on some issues, my energy was misused
Keep it simple, leaving dents on instrumentals
Ain't no phony tones, make niggas wanna run it back, Jacoby Jones
Purple and black with the Kobes' on, showing home colors while we going strong
Purple and black with the Kobes' on, showing home colors while we going strong