Carbonated Atmosphere
Shoot for the stars
Don’t shoot shit
We enter thru the roof
On ziplines
Expand the mind

Southpaw
All ritual
My thinking is null
It’s spilt milk what you bitching at
That drips on the floor

Bind minds down with this conversation
It’s the world in your palm why waste the ageless
9 times outta 10 they want something they don’t
The irony is it’s a tragedy until it’s a joke
A travesty
They pull poor I mean thats how it look to Sikk
Rack em up
Chalk a stick
Apply English
Call your pocket
Imma mf beast I brought it
What you know mf
It’s a decent homage
That’s snapping how ya wanna
Muze to Sikk like a spliff with the Mary wanna get lit
Take a puff of this
Two piffs to the lips get ya system glitched

In a vision what I saw you bout to see
That’s real
Haters talking shit got little beef call it veal
Take a couple looks
It’s your glance that I steal
Got my glands getting juiced while I ooze what I feel

Yuh


Shoot for the stars
Don’t shoot shit
We enter thru the roof
On ziplines
Expand the mind

Southpaw
All ritual
My thinking is null
It’s spilt milk what you bitching at
That drips on the floor
Running through the city with my woes
Haters getting mad
All the booboos hit the floor
We be getting down for the fact that we glow
I don’t give a fuck about a L from a bloke

Sticking to my business
Bubbling the fizzyness
I was seeing z’s over head back then and it’s
Nothing new to me
Everybody wakes up
When I die I want my grave to say “I never been a chump mf”

Do it for the retail
Do it for the prize
Do if for the kid with the glint in his eye
Do it for the cause
Do it for the feast
Do it for the people getting down to the beats

Every day popping
They be copping
Out
All for the clout
Like fuck are you about
Muze to the Sikk bitch I won’t settle down
Ready for the fight
Put the crown on my brow