Good Looks

(Gabe 'Nandez)
Its clique tape the mixtape
Made a mixtape trynna get great
Trynna sit straight gotta invade
I’m a switch blade yeah I switch lanes

Ribbon with the frame on the mantle
Winning but feeling the pain it amounts to
Things is cutthroat my wings cut rope
Strength plus growth, I took that oath

Took that boat, been around the world
My book of stacked notes from everything I learn
I’m a germ, everywhere mobbing, like Carbon
No choice I got the voice, like Martin
Rolls Royce they in the Porsche and they balling
Broke boys they on the block, they starving
Watching, seeing the people with no options
Turning into young rich niggas with no conscience

Through my window I found more
A little is a lot, that energy’s one force
Hot with the cold, doctrines of old
Sought by the tribes and the conquistadors

Pots filled with gold but the lock is exposed
Props to the soldiers that rock with your boy
Fuck all you posers I’m not with the noise
My Chakras is proper my doctor, the lord

I talk to the lord, then I walk to the store
I walk with the lord when I talk to the hordes
Put chalk on the board, I walk like I’m sure
You walk like you not me I trot on a horse

Imposters galore I’m hearing ‘em all day
Saying they did this saying she want Gabe
Mind your business said that you want fame
But you minding this kid’s credit, you want game?

Cause I got that, top hat, coming for the top rap
You be making too many jokes you need to stop that
Drop that, it’s not a good look
She told me I look good, I told her good looks