Slippin

[Intro]
Inner peace, next level
Flow 27 head [?]
Well medal 11-11

[Verse]
I wish to recognize the difference between
Thinking I can, saying I will and sealing the deal
What do I mean?
Don't want to fuck around and dabble for my time
Wrestling my innermost desires
Third level water sign blind to the fire
But cool to the touch
Can aluminum crush, yup that's one to the gut
Been moving this energy, ghouls can be enemies
I ain't really into sin, not innocent
Because his zen was heaven sent
Doubt a man of honor straight drunk off his inner peace
Leave me the god, give me-
Please give me the keys
So I can see the breeze in the trees
The distance between me my dream and the leaves
Ants king only justify the means, not the meaning
I won't blame entertainment for the scene
I aim for the stage reaping green
To flail in the days for our living is elite
Mount bill on the table kinda steep
Finna uber to the beach
I am sure this is pure, what is yours
And my music is free
My muse on a meek
Straight bleed for a mill
Spill jays for a lease
Like Justin Figueroa, it get real in these streets

[Outro]
Don't get caught slipping (snow)
It's real, this real, it's really real
Don't get caught slipping (don't get caught slipping)
It get real in these streets
Peace out man