Vanishing Point

[Verse 1]
M double O, Moo
Flow so sick, not talking about the flu
All up in my face like homie what it do
When you slip up, everybody wanna boo
Wifed up, yeah I'm chilling with my boo
J Klan, yeah I gotta rep the crew
Real talk, only if a nigga knew
When the hoes see you shining they screaming out ooo
Bump that, ya'll don't know shit about me
Peep game, hella dudes wannna doubt me
Home alone and my days hella cloudy
Moms hold me down and my pops pushed the Audi
Hmm, I had to call him Mister
Only boy grew up, three sister
Next door neighbor 'member when I kissed her
She moved to Cali damn I really miss her

They like damn son you blew it
You slip up they like damn son I knew it
You blow up they like damn son I knew it
You rolling with the homies shit you looking hella Clueless
Nowadays shit I'm feeling like a Buddhist
Do a lot of thinking
You smoking on the reefer while I do a lot of drinking
Got five on it so you [?] in the Lincoln, whole car stinking
Had my highest highs, had my lowest lows
Had a couple gigs, did a couple shows
Met a couple jawns but they turned into hoes
Learned that everything that shines son is really not gold
Everything that shines son is really not gold
Everything that shines son is really not gold
Everything that shines son is really not gold
Everything that shines son is really not gold