Limbo Lyrics

This your boy dre

(Shout out my uncle Jay)

Money

Feel like I'm in limbo

I can't talk to my kinfolk

I try grounding my ten toes

But live in a world that is sinful

My remedies indo

Full balance need ten more

My enemy's rich folk

I can hear them plotting through vent holes listen

Used to dribble like a bent hose

(Drip drip)

Now I'm scoring off of sixteen

All I wanted was a bimbo

(Cute hoes)

Now I'm in search of a true queen

Takin big steps you just tiptoe

(Tip tip)

Climbing this mountain at ten-speed

(Fast)

What I have now I need tenfold

(Fast)

When did my blood ever succeed

We ain't the same cause you don't read

On different pages I'm growing

(Tough)

Mind is swole like it was Broly

(Tough)

Since a kid I have been lowkey

Learned the world when I was fifteen

Evil incarnate on two feet

(Humans)

Flooded my thought it was unclean

Ripple effecting to twenty-three

How could I work for the European

Observing their actions for certain reasons

(Curious)

Dig a bit then you will see it

History book is their defense

(Columbus)

Now adays same different seasons

Money the motive we all agreeing

Sunnyside smoking on some beaches

Do what we like now the money speaking

Tell me what do I need friends for

(All they do is leave us goodbye)

I have been working on my mental

(I've been working on my insides)

This healing process calls for big rolls

(I've been smoking only big flights)

Understanding what they sip for

(Feel like)

(Feel like)

(Feel like)

(Feel like)

Feel like I'm in limbo

I can't talk to my kinfolk

I try grounding my ten toes

But live in a world that is sinful

My remedies indo

Full balance need ten more

My enemies rich folk

I can hear them plotting through vent holes

Try building up ten floors

In lieu to that flip phone

Y'all glued to that window

Searching for truth is not simple

Soul is cold mentos

The environment sick though

Questioning what I was sent for

My therapist number two pencil

(Talk to me)

Live in a world full of clowns

They masking identity with a few pounds

Made up of make up or plastic it sounds

Make believe but it is how

Robots they operate

Slim fit their diet weight

Progress their sickness eyes ears nose and how they say

Anything coming to mind

Don't you start asking questions

They want you in line

Program your life

Talkin that nonsense get sent home

Leading my people to do right

We are not basic like flip phones

They do not know us they dead wrong

I am a team player type

That can be easier than said so

Aint about all that hype

Starting a dynasty Bledsoe

On the mic day and night

Making lots of noise plinko

Outta mind outta sight

I blasting off like Masenko

Feel like I'm in limbo

I can't talk to my kinfolk

I try grounding my ten toes

But live in a world that is sinful

My remedies indo

Full balance need ten more

My enemies rich folk

I can hear them plotting through vent holes

Try building up ten floors

In lieu to that flip phone

Y'all glued to that window

Searching for truth is not simple

Soul is cold mentos

The environment sick though

Questioning what I was sent for

My therapist number two pencil

(Talk to me)