Throat Lyrics

(I am aligned with my highest truth and communicate this with passion in my lyrics as my Words travel through the universe, I will absorb the hate and use it as energy in my Travels not an anchor)

I'm not gonna pose with my doe, in a post,

Keep it ghost, on the low ,I been stacking it tho

I don't really know where to go wit the flow but i hope No I know that I'm chosen to blow

Only going up

Elevated spirit when I flow

Wanna get in touch

Use your energy and not a phone

I should give it up

What the brain will say when I'm alone

But it's not enough

I won't stop until I'm on a thrown

(On top)

Made a lot of foes down the road with the coke being hoe cause the blow in my nose

Lost full control of myself in the mo I was shown really fast how quick it all goes

Soul overdosed

Gross overload

Say that you know but I know that you don't

Say that you'll go but I know that you won't

I'm in too deep in a dark rabbit hole

I been through enough

Know you couldn't keep up with the stamina

Man I'm tuff

You can see my pain right through the camera

Boutta bust

Everybody thinking they boutta be the best up in the city let me tell you it ain't happening Today

Every track you make it sound the same

Gimme bout a minute and some bass

And I'll put you all to shame

Especially when you see me on the stage

You may think you better but you ain't

I'm hippie wit some fangs

And I'm coming for your brain

When I'm gunning I don't aim

I just lock and load spray

Hope your getting in the way

And your hearing what I say

When my pen it hits the page

It is like a bullet range

And my chopper gonna sang

Tongue is an AK

Brain is in a cage, And my mouth is a grenade

I don't think your ready for a hippie that is flipping and ticking about to pull the pin ready I'm gonna bang

Uhg

Could lift a ton

I'm like Yoda bruh

I got force and love

I'm da chosen one

You can't open up

Your not dope enough

Well the fuckin sucks

If I don't show up

Your whole shows a bust

Cause I turn it up

While your turd to flush

I'm like burning up

(Breathe)

Get hoes to blush

And get foes to rush

I got bones to crush

And got cones to puff

I don't play

Running through your head like braids

Burning all the hate like sage

When I get up in a place

You can feel the rumble in the bay

Energy that came out from the rage

From the people that are fake

That are gonna feel the quake

Cause I'm heavy like a weight

And you come to like like an eighth

I'm a hippie heavy weight

With a lot up on my brain

And I'm fighting for the fame

Though I hate it anyway

Aye aye

Hippie heavy weight

With a lot up on my brain

And I'm a be I'm a be fighting for the fame

Hippie heavy weight

With a lot up on my brain

And I'm a be I'm a be fighting for the fame

Hippie heavyweight

And I'm fighting for the fame

Even though I know I'm gonna fucking hate it anyway

Okay!