Spit in the Wind
FIO:
Feeble awaken hands on her face and
Praying to god I wake up the next day when
Testing my morals and what I’m ok with
She likes when I rap in similar cadence
You with your clique and I’m w myself
You handing favors i don’t need no help
Committing a crime by killing this microphone
Sleeping on me while OD ing on Tylenol
Over compressing is something y’all kinda do
I prefer coffee and sucking on lozenges
609 w a 6 foot ego, 5’8 born with Napoleon syndrome
Been out the hell hell nah bitch been home
There is a thug w a gun up in your window (and I been home)

Handing out disses like raffles at stadium
Fuck with this bullеt right into your cranium
Mumbling da da da that’s what a baby does, Half of my talent is so non attainable