The Crash

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path

I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math

I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas

I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path

I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math

I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas

I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

Thinking to the days when we ain't have no fuckin pot to piss in

Now we piss drunk, locking in we got that tunnel vision

Never whipped that chicken, and I never been to prison

But I keep killing these beats, I might have a life sentence

You could call me Randy Johnson, cause I always go the distance

Couple ladies, on my wish list, tell me that I'm oh so gifted

Now I got them smiling at me, think they thought I was their dentist

And they're sitting on my lap, like I'm Santa during Christmas

Hold on lemme switch it up

Whole rap game looking like a whole buncha sitting ducks

Spit tighter than a city bus

And you know at the end of the day you can't get enough

Go nuts like Em on renegade, Salt Bae with a bigger blade

Take the food off your dinner plate

Motherfucker don't try to even act like y'all ain't been afraid

Tom Wilson the way that I instigate

Any doubt that you had it disintegrate

Human Torch yeah the way I incinerate

Young Drake yeah the way that I serenade

Man I already told y'all I'm here to stay

Man I already said I ain't finna play

Might have your spot at the top but at least on my watch, won't be today

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path

I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math

I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas

I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

I am the goat I bounce back, I set the goals I run past

I set the table and eat fast, you cut from the team, I'm first draft

Leave it that, I'm leaving in fact, going back to my old ways

Rappin' at my pace, why you so cold Dave, can we just go back to my place

I'm sick of this feeling, I'm fiending for something, I need it to even the mind state

Seeing's believing, your words just mean nothing, if your vibes fail to vibrate

So high need to hydrate, wide awake and I lie straight

I stare at the ceiling my mind is just spinning, can't think straight, I'm irate

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path

I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math

I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas

I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

David and I, we curate the vibes

Giving you something to bump in your ride

You know that we speeding, we don't read the signs

We really got no ceilings like it's 09

Enjoy your life, got limited time

Living on Earth but the feeling's divine

When you keep improving and hitting your prime

When you keep on showing and proving with rhymes

When you just be killing shit honing your craft

Might try to hate on it might try to laugh

Try to just tell em but they might not listen

You stay on your grind, you know it was written

You picked up the mic, and what a decision

You do what you love, you sharpen your vision

Cooking that soul food, get you a fixing

You eat like a king, they eat with the pigeons

I'm seeing the signs, I'm seeing the path

I'm running the numbers up, I'm doing the math

I'm running on fumes, I pick up some gas

I hit it three times, then I feel the crash

David and I, we curate the vibes

Giving you something to bump in your ride

You know that we speeding, we don't read the signs

We really got no ceilings like it's 09

Enjoy your life, got limited time

Living on Earth but the feeling's divine

When you keep improving and hitting your prime