On The Line ft. Produced by Zepelin Beats Lyrics

Made it out the bando

Hands go

Up to the roof

Make moves like Rambo

Straight forward like arrows

Runnin outta juice but gotta lotta Ammo

Bla bla bla

Out of the dam boat

Starve for a meal cartoon with the Ham bone

Laid out the trap see how far that I Can go

Shh shh shhh I been workin out the Dam flow

Look, been swimming for a long Time

On my, bullshit, swinging for that Long drive

Goals high, I been manifesting on My

Travels like tomorrow I will die

I'm on the line with some interviews

Doing shit daily, they thought I Would never do

I'm that guy help OTLW

BUILDING THAT RESUME helpin Each others crew

Do the dance like Winslow

My winds high shoot goals through Window

Never need anyone tell me where Will go

Drinks went up some pills went Down

Never need help when you see me Frown

Carry my own live life goes round

Some beat around the bush while I'm Heading to town bitch

Okay let's go

This flow ifresh my rhymes are gold

I stay high when they talk low

I'm looking for mansion not what What they know

Not what they hear

Not where they go

Aint looking for drama

Jus wanna home

I got a brand

I seen the globe

They turned off tap

I brought this flow

Been trying to spread out a message

Before my crash been counting my Blessings

See life can flash in a second

Tomorrows not promised go out as a Legend

Got past a few haters some family And friends

Ramifications, fell in the end

Made it with music

Especially Hommies who thought I was wealthy And money to lend

Still here

My vision is clear

I'm movin forward with nothing to Fear

Had a truck crash, remember the glass

Crawl out the window and blood on The mirror

Some mates had died From a Overdose

Some friends got hit when they on The road

Had an accident I don't know where My soul will go

Don't take all the people round me

I ain't fuckin around

About time I drop the album now Nothing but sound

All these people wanted music had to Lay it all down

Ron artest drop singles, till I got all My town

I'll be letting the music spray,

Going bananas making a statement

Pull up and hate

And I'm cockin the Pen scoping you out while I'm saying Good day

Lyrics be movin like andelay

Spraying through couches n all the Plates

Up in the kitchen listen

I could be mental Still rappin The Manic insane

Choppin em down, we choppin it up With a

Pen on hand, we rockin the slums

Homies in bandos workin for better

And movin together to make it for us

Been out the game still riding for fun

Riding for fam I did for love

I'm takin a shot aint going for mugs

Behind my bars but I'm livin it up

This music and sellin apparel

Gotta man feelin wild

Style little feral

Straight out the jungle

Whiskey in barrles

Hands in the air I don't even care