LEGACY Lyrics

Life was very hard, underline the 'very.'

Well, whatever takes me to extraordinary.

I found the berries, consumed what I thought was scary.

Lived to tell a tale, but it didn't have any fairies.

I parry the shots and continue to carry,

the hardest grind from the block to the cemetery.

Kill my thoughts, they're in stock, so they send to bury

Old self in a cell searching for some kin that often vary.

Smoking the new realism, shout out to Barton Perry.

Two sister glocks I call 'em Martha and Mary.

Missed the moss, it's so soft and hairy.

His ordinary was a formal invitation, but his soul's barren.

Spread his seed to the land that's so barren.

Bear the weight of the world while I've got the home brewing,

Bonafide old bruin, standing in the middle of the old ruins,

Stitching up the wounds, but I can't sew 'em.

Fixing minds of masterminds, I mask the time,

Behave with the art of crime, your art is mine.

I'm in the hardest bind. You need to calm it down,

I need to roll some pine, act like an artist now,

Paint the world with a humble frown.

If you're too happy, they don't want you to stand,

They'd rather have you sitting down.

It's like you're about to finish, and they're pulling out a hidden mile.

Keep on running, rabbit, you can't quit 'til your mama's proud.

Cops snitching on the kid, so I got caught up.

Hate the player, not the game, man, it's all love.

Pardon you 'cause I can't even forgive myself,

So I'm locked in the booth, maintaining my mental health.

"Knife on my throat, but I rap defense measures.

The trendsetters, with vendettas, men set up a man because of his endeavors.

I've been better, wrote more than ten letters, go-getter.

I spoke the flow wetter, a creature like Hanma, bare-knuckle box a gorilla.

While I'm doing some mantra, contraband in the locker, 5-6 load the chopper.

If you cooperate with the ops, I can't stop you.

Bitch, I'm gonna stomp you, bones to the pavement, roll up the graces.

Verse so holy it belongs in the book of David, hook the major, spook the neighbors.

Crooked cops should get the taser, break the locks in the booth, saluted by majors.

I ain't doing no favors, I ain't playing no favorites.

I'm looking out for me, so catch me on the playlist, shooting in the breeze.

Do you want to, but do what you need.

Smoking the floral, I need some to breathe.

I'm in the forest, growing some trees.

Homie, I'm done did do the worst.

In the cell with no number, but the lawyer's cursed.

He ain't picking up, and I only got one call left.

Didn't want my momma upset, but the world planned out so I would regret.

Birds in the drought, I took one last bet, woke up my body covered in sweat.

Clothes stuck to my flesh, don't worry, God, I'm trying my best.