Locksmyth

[Verse 3: Callon B]

Knotty boy I'm to tangled up, always knew my day would come
Look at me, they look at me so crazy bruh, I made it though
Palm tree like I palm roll, gold clips like a Pharaoh
For years I done let my hair grow now its matted, they be swayin' while I'm rappin'
Light the Sage and clear my Aura, bet its purple
Pass the floral, Ain't no ciggys in my Dojo
I been chopping' I keep bookins for the low low
When I coulda let the fro go
I just locked it like my iPhone, rappers dread the day that I show
Mind yo beeswax, I ain't need that
Don't repeat those twisted facts, twist a Zag
I'm a Rasta I ain't even dent the sack
It's so dense I bent my grinder, couldn't even flick the lighter
It's so sticky call up Snacks, see if Bri is free to twist me
Bumpin' Nappy Roots
Dread Prez, who the fuck you talking to?
Check ya tone for I chicka-check it on the microphone
Psycho-Pass, clear as my ambitions when I write these poems
Bonesaw hit me with the heat so I had to go in