G’s (Astral Samurai)

[Verse 1]
Count it up, bag it up
Rap, don't pack
Never lack nor front
Not a kid like me
Look at that phone no texts
Grip stretched in an O
Foot wet from the holes in his sneaks
Beast
Fuck with the collar then
Fuck with a bitter motherfucker like me
Life let alone is a trip to me
Extract the dimethyltryptamine
Took a couple hits and it was history
Fuck it still in the blackness
Done ever since "Let it Happen"
Holding a mystery
Now the floor looking more like an abyss to me
Chase the dragon
Pounce
Pick up a pack of the flour and count
(One flower, two flower)
Yeah
Break it down by the ounce, yeah

[Chorus]
Pen and tie wanna wait, sit
Guilty by affiliation
Handle mine all the weight sit
Drawin' cards boi i fill the ace in

[Verse 2]
Astral samurai wearing cosmic armor
Shaded edges to the cosmogramma
Squishing matter blow the universe up
Need the bank account like comma comma comma
Bitch we dated we Vimeo
Might sweep your feet when it's hitting you
I feel it shaking my pineal
Just copped a pack of the medical
Roll a couple burn em all at centennial ey
Psylocin sit in my retinals if you gon beat me
You better send ten of you
Funny still not at the pinnical
Fuck with the kid if he letting you
Fuck with the kid (x3)
No chance bitch
Pen and tie wanna wait sit
Guilty by affiliation

[Chorus]
Pen and tie wanna wait, sit
Guilty by affiliation
Handle mine all the weight sit
Drawin' cards boi i fill the ace in