Wicca Lyrics

Bout time I soared

My rhymes Stay torched

My hands My head

This road I forged

White lines Of course

Tongue tied? No sauce

My hands My head

This road I walked

Just like the seven this drip got a wave

Flow with the tide like this lunar go phase

Making some moves gotta jump out my cage

Threw em some blues make a nigga go crazy

I'm down with the clique and we down with the bass

Water my flowers and smoke on some daisies

I light up the jiggy not time to complain

While you niggas get creepy I load up my

Plate

Y'all watching my moving my niggas get groovy We up in this

Space

Over consuming the drugs got me loopy ain't feeling my

Face

Done with this dooby y'all niggas be stupid no time for this

Play

Pray for my downfall just get on your knees

Ain't feeling your sting bitch my buzz with the bees

Roasting the beef and I smoke on some trees

Look me inside of the eye when I speak

Nigga I'm high and I'm fighting for peace

Dead or alive I'm the hardest to breathe

Name me your five and I'll put em to sleep

Cop me some benzos my niggas be fiends

You moving with rats but you ain't got the cheeee

Bout time I soared

My rhymes Stay torched

My hands My head

This road I forged

White lines Of course

Tongue tied? No sauce

My hands My head

This road I walk

How you go talk about choppas y'all never put five on a stick

Fingers be punching the words I be rhyming i hope that you proud of the kid

Living my life through the music the timing was perfect partially lit from a brick

Cut from a cloth

Different jit

Down from the seeds that I sewn on the spliff

I'm smoking y'all niggas ain't coughing n shit

I told you I bang I'm the hardest of all

We do not fuck with the law

Look at you dropping your jaw

Told you I'd do it for me

And I'd do it for you and I'd do it for mom

Looking at me while I'm looking at you so we pray to the stars

I ain't go waste any time that I have

Thinking on things that were done in the past

I cannot change the person I was

You can trust in the person I am

The heart of a lion I roar

It's about time that I settled the score

I'm out in the east and I plan on New York

Get me a Yankee endorsement

I cannot handle distortion

Split up the portions

Bout time I soared

My rhymes Stay torched

My hands My head

This road I forged

White lines Of course

Tongue tied? No sauce

My hands My head

This road I walk