S T E E Z Lyrics

Child of the tropics

Chastised and hidden from the divine knowledge

Baptized you while they picked your goddamn pockets

Consciously toyed with your subconscious

Treated you like inanimate objects

Targets of doctors with diabolical projects

You the plugs but CIA is the Motherfucking socket

Message still honest even if they kill our prophets

Your honor will be on the golf regardless

It don't matter if he gives you an ostrich

Felt like pressing the off switch when I got hit with that bipolar rocket

My noggin had a aura of the Auschwitz ah shit

Like the pilot fell asleep in the cockpit

I wrote Santa like I want me a stick in my stocking

Or fuck it I'll put a switch on my glocky and pop him

I try to see the life in strangers eyes as I walk by

But it's strange is the light off or am I just high

If pac was gong then I just might be ziggy

My weed sticky and birds really do wanna kick it with me

But I see shit clearly I'm lonely and I'm picky when it comes to homies

My momma prolly don't even know me

Low key I got the hammer don't make me Ginobili

You wanna fuck with me? you wanna..

Like I'm tony

Scar in yo face you filter you don't simba

I'm tired of niggas trynna be lighter like Sidika

I cyaant fuck with ignance

Cyanned goods for breakfast and lizzanch was better than the sardines for dinner

Sim Simma on the kitty I do go gorilla leave her walking like a zombie off of thriller

Slicing necks till my fingers bloody

Like I finger fucked a virgin

Some made money off white the hood Virgils

These vermin souls darker than the rooms they converge in

Fruit was eaten still blamed it on the serpent

I like when birds sing but I hate that motherfucking chirping

Churches I went to learn in became merchants and now they really do be earning

I yearn for the skill of discernment

Cuz I chase after freaks and they run rounds on me like a circus

Try to see thru their surface im trynna go past the epidermis

But its like a circuit im back where I started CURSES!

Always on the move my true home is still high-rise

Under night skies reminisce the days of our lives

I miss my crew why lie

When I die

Write on my tombstone like here lies a motherfucker who never cared about hairlines

And breast size and thick thighs