Drogon

Every time that I jump on a riddem I show growth
Everyday do the most no boasts
When I Pull up pull up I’m faded, jaded
I make moves, I don’t post, I’m ghost
I pattern up a ting and then I score it, pour it
Grab my bredrins and toast
Don’t deal with no booky boydem
Any funny business have to get roast

Okay now Its back to business
Aggy sickness
Jump on mic it’s like Astro physics
The stars align when I get ambitious
No bars decline when I’m acting vicious

Can you deep it?
He is not bad, don’t fucking believe it
Pree it, sweep it, leave it
Talking road but don’t breathe it
We don’t roll with no idiots

If it don’t make doh
Count me out cah I’m not involved no cap
If it don’t come from the soul
Lеave it out cah I don’t listen to no crap
Yeah I’m 30 yеars old i’m not on road
I ain't trynna get stabbed
But he is 30 years old and his still road
Can’t afford his own pad

What for?
Is it clout?
I see that you want more
What for?
The ego, is evil...
Go show some love to your people
See bro I don’t front I’m just peaceful
I don’t preach on steeple
I just rise in upheaval
Got 2 sides I’m like Smegal
Realise we are all equal

Its intense when I flow
I got bars I got smoke
I don’t chill with no foes
I catch vibes on my own
If it’s shubz I don’t show
I don’t friend I don’t bro
In the booth its no joke
I do my ting and go

Doing up tracks in summerhouse
Don’t do socials feeling so paramount
Big doh locked in my eye sight
Bill gates bank account yeah I want that ammout
Every month jump on a airplane
Most of my fam don’t know my whereabouts
I’ve wasted my time in life If don’t leave nothing for my kids
That’s hella foul

So I gotta get that money
Music money
Every time I make a beat its money
Need that big boy money
Pent house money
Guest house money
Traveling money in a jet full of honeys
When I pull up to the country
Its fet where’s its sunny
Always on my best never bummy
Learn to step, say a prayer for the funny

Owl labels not for fables
They won’t see without the specs
I wipe em off and turn the tables no one needs that fake respect
You sound confused, who needs a favor?
Your comfort zone you’ll never leave
I work with pits, your flavors tamer
You man are cold, but never freeze

Even if you think you’re a God, don’t say that shit on the mic that’s blasphemy
I hear you go skitz on a track
But that ain’t psycho it come like plasticine
I got a screw loose in my head one day I’m nice, next day it’s a bang your cheek
I don’t want to hear no la la la, when the talk goes left and the scene goes light machine...

It’s like flash, BOOM!
Didn’t think a brother would attack, that’s cool
No one knew, please don’t assume
Run up in the booth, leave mics in tombs
I might just leave a MC doomed
Might go back to my old ways soon
Nah fuck that you won’t see them moves I’m too swift to rass I can pree you fools

Its intense when I flow
I got bars I got smoke
I don’t chill with no foes
I catch vibes on my own
If it’s shubz I don’t show
I don’t friend I don’t bro
In the booth its no joke
I do my ting and go

All my gang stay frozen
We don’t need props we’re cold
All my gang stay fresh now
We don’t need props we’re blessed

I just do whatever I’m feeling
You should know I don’t give a fuck
Fire for whatever the reason
We could never run out if luck