THA BRINK

To the brink
To the brink young bruvv
Keep it pushin puh puh ppushin Uhh

Times grind
On the rough mind in a rut
Lying to the gut break me off something prideful
In sight outta body
My in flight Bacardi
Won't ignite the party
When I’m flying in to Austin
One reality not so close to the next
But
My alternative keep me close to my breath
Stuck
Over-analyze them thoughts never pay forward
I paid for it
No line of credit or bank storage
Plus
My currency divided
The crowd react or personal conncetions sum of my masses
Now multiply it
It all eqauls anxiety my motivation
Not from competition
Or mode or mission
Profession no way of livin
I know my limits
And matter fact that’s all I ever know
No Adventure in my country
Borders break the ebb & flow
A rebel just don’t let it go
But I’m at a moment where I question if I’m credible
Tangible goals
Coming of age
Or Man against ghost?
I don’t know

To the brink
To the brink young bruvv
Keep it pushin puh puh ppushin Uhh

Born breached cold feet
Hands Sweat Hold piece
Whoa beast
Slow roll
Straight Creep
Old grease
Still hot
Dirt cheap
Chill Rob
All Gee
You outchea?
We stillchea
N B -- D
Bricks in a wagon blicks on vicmode
BLVD mugs calling dibs on the future
Dirty lipped sugar tongue filthy mouth
Rotten ass tricked out rapper
U don't start runnin til they shoot you
Guilty til proven insolent
Impotent villains revealing feelings of insignificance
Sealing their fate
Bone chilling dome spilling
Chrome spinning revolver sizzling
Peeling the face of a diligent
Stoic militant
Sticking the prick in a bottle of ink
Liquor stinking the spitter slicker like
Hit the lick like more than a snicker
Stick to the chips snaxxx & a dip
Quick to Vick half of the vig
Grab & bag gonna pack in more than it fits
Coming of age
Or Man agains ghost?
I don’t know

To the brink
To the brink young bruvv
Keep it pushin puh puh ppushin Uhh