BLNK.SLT. Lyrics

Definition of Fruition

Reverse pessimism

For the blessing I was gifted

Graduate from streets

Ion need tuition

Calculate thumb greens

Plant seed for my kinship

RIP Z

I find yo killer imma zip em

Say keep my hands clean

How tf you figure

Figure 8 the block

One move now he spinning

Wizard of the oz

Had yo shorty heels clicking

Now she want a ticket

Wasn't flying first class

For the chicken

Made a run miles long then I paid attention

Even when they sing my song

Feel like sumn missing

Is it cause my balance overdue

To get on the pro tools

Heating up cold food

With spirits of Oshun

Nigga I told you

Reporter of old news

In 2017 I was wearing the same shoes

Niggas plain mood

Be plainer than plain glue

Out fly yo main dude

My plane out play you

Astral in the game

My name had rang through

Those Messages at the tone

I came to pay dues

Ain't no take two

I'm here for one take

Made eight breakthroughs

The ceiling couldn't take one

Save yo fake mood

For the nigga with fake 1s

But somebody like me always keep it a hundon