Choices Lyrics

I'd like to see you spend a day in mine

I don't think that it'd take much for you to waste your time

I just take my time, hoping to change a mind

Or have someone I do not know spend some time changing mine

Sometimes vibing really ain't easy

These bitches lie through their teeth

Nuh, I don't even try to believe it

I just try to silence the creepers

I just really find them facetious

The voices in my head speak a language I do not understand

I swear it's only me my family and marijuana plants

I'm searching for a way to describe the things that the colors can't

I been through it, I'm not sure if I will ever love again

Blunt be the bookkeeper

I used to go off on features

That nobody will ever hear

Maybe someday, shoutout the leakers

Eyes to the sky, headed seaward

Cold flow, only tell it like it's told, B Supreme the Redeemer

Got some weed from the store today

They was playing my shit

Don't be hitting me with no "bro"

You a hater, get off my dick

You fucked up, you switching sides

They're trying to erase what is inscribed

Listen to the wind as it hits the chimes

I get the chills in my neck and my spine

Shoutout my label that's me

I ain't sharing no pussy that's me

She say she in love, I ain't paying, that's free

When she go down she ain't scraping her teeth

That's all lip

They really don't know what to call this

I don't even really need a chorus

Odyssey on the beat like I'm Horus

Get on the drum and I run like I'm Forest

She braiding my hair, and she say that I'm gorgeous

This ain't for the money, I'm only bout love

I could really give a fuck if I get on the Forbe's list

These rappers repeating each other

Jackpot on the beat like he Mustard

I'm obsessed with the leaves and their luster

Mother Nature screams as she suffers

Separate ego from eco

These people really are evil

I really aint shit without the production

Shoutout Neek and shoutout Tito

Old heads pissed cause my dictionary backlit

I just think I have a different vision of the atlas

Couldn't fit it in a blunt, I fit it in a dab rip

Found purpose in verses, tempo, rhythm and the adlibs

You wasn't there for the rain

You didn't endure the storm

We all go through the same

Yet, you only claim it as yours

Yeah, ima let it take its course

Someday ima meet my maker

Bitch I'm like Bird in '84

Taking rings away from Lakers

I feel like I'm the fucking greatest

Emulate Mac with my cadence

Shit, I still got skytops in the box

Them shits stay crispy like bacon

Supreme like Stanislov Petrov

Run on instinct; not orders

Think of what we depend on

Now remember our choices