8A.M On Venango

"My name Brizz Rawsteen by the way"

[Verse: Brizz Rawsteen]
Still got a passion for rhyme, fabulous mind
Shit changed, we got to adapt to the times
Jackets is fly, hollows and the ratchet inside
A lil cash, just some shit you need to have to survive
Unemployed niggas back to the grind, no more packages flyin'
No bling bling nor matching designs
Sanitize when they dapping you fives, stack up your dimes and that's some advice if you asking for mines
Rappers say he sold dope to get it out, I don't see how cause when his records ain't selling he be broke in a drought
I'm still hoping that my folks will get out, soaking in doubt and I hope you drop dead from choking on clout
And my man caught a hole in his scalp, on his birthday and if you from my town then you know what its about
Selling them lies, me? I'm just selling the vibe, then live life I'm tryna have me a hell of a time
Get it with rap, they misrepresented the facts, them broke niggas argue about the definition of rap
The best bars I'm the new definition of rap, watch out and don't step into them traps
These niggas will tell a story then they start bending the facts and I ain't really getting with that
Not at all see, this the flow that made niggas retire
I exposed, displayed niggas as liars
Got in the water and played with piranhas
Pull ya skirt down man shave yall vaginas
You was one of the main niggas inside the court room with ya hand raised for ya honor
They forgot and I gave niggas reminders, my one of one flow hand made this designer
Locked down L's facing them all, Thoughts racing, I'm up late pacing the floors
Made some money in rap tryna make me some more
Grab the bans, still want a navy Azure, rappers used to be dope but they ain't anymore
They looking sick and I'm the one making the cure
Just cause a nigga keep you safe in the war don't mean he won't turn that same gun on you when the safety is off
Or when the love change any filiates for sure, that was your man yall even ate on the floor, he can't wait till' ya fall
Already that, already this you sold all that well how yall ain't already rich
I'm living history wonder of the world living mystery a deity that everybody don't get to see
But all you gotta do is believe, they waiting up all night tryna catch me like Christmas Eve
Now you healthy and they wanna get cleaned up, but just last month it was Perc's in ya' lean cup
I'm clean bruh rock a low top with the jean cuff, you wifing up chicks that was letting the team smut
I seen PUA checks help get a fiend up, some brand new jeans some clean ones you mean nothing
Street conscious niggas asking where he from, If I show em' my movie they gon' ask for the rerun, Huh
As as a youngin' I asked my pops to see his guns, all yall was number twos nigga we the ones
Thank god for every morning I see the sun, My niggas locked hold they head until they freedom come
I heard in ADX some niggas don't see the sun, Got meal on a screen for them to read it from
Free Boppa and Buck or free my bro Kyle Bridges it's a viscous system locking them up
My compadres, now my days beyond gray, owing sonny ones a dark place it's my shade, Huh
And rest in peace to Andre, till' we meet again Ima hold and sit and lowe in my Kanye's