Kush & OJ

[Verse 1:]
Psychedelic imagery in the back of the cab ,yeah you know who it is?
Grab all the tags back on their ass matter of fact
I think your whole demeanor is wack '
Till I woke with Mother Nature while I wait for the seasons to pass
A to Z My alphabet in the Major League cop with the flight
So I'm basically getting paid to sleep in the bullpen
Skin the wolf it's cold and they still gonna blame the sheep
Put so much pain on the page that it make the paper bleed
Ain't no way to escape the heat My radiance can make Jersеy hot
Like I changed the tеam I'm wavy lately your favorite rappers afraid of me
Break your leg 'fore I gave them all what they paid to see
Trading cards out the packaging on my latter years
By the Adriatic the water feel like I'm happy tears
Came to your party now they trying to make me have a Big
Ya motherfuckers acting up because they gotta wrap it here
Still chasing after the cash green like [Rakee??]
Biter write another album of raps on the [track creek ??]
Got little homies who moseying on the stat sheet
Dummy they still knowing me locally when we pass these
Just show the proof left a couple scars up on 40 Goose
The youngest veteran it's like the kid who formed a troop
Still on the Ave with a pair of dice on the corner stoop
I'm handing money back to the dawn even when I'm short of fuel

Baby I ain't tripping. No way
Started really falling back into my old ways
Kush and OJ once I wake in the morning
They don't gotta know the name I just displaying the court is for real

[Verse 2:]
My circumstances immaculate might've spent 10,000 hours on the track for a master that
Crashed the whip and hop out with
A scar on my arm like mean streets take two bitches to the theater I need three seats, three sneakers that'll step on your dome
It's all facts don't believe me?
You can check on your phone I jumpstart when guns sparking
In the face of battle was 15 with my lungs dark off a major tobacco
Yeah, I strung out off the heroin needles, motherfuckers
Ribcage looking narrow and feeble My bare hands building sand castles
With my future daughter by the bay coming up with shit
You claim you should have thought of might be a piss and candlelight
As the fog clears with some strippers up on my Instagram live like Paul Pierce
College rugby with them stripes like a bumblebee while my company jumping
Whoever think they could fuck with me motherfucker