THAT'S ON ME

(Welcome to the boom bap station)
The Phillips screen endlessly projects
Red, yellow and green
Unseen colorways
Branded the mind of teens
Soft as dynamite
Drenched in shea butter cream
Thinking back, to the times
When I was simply a
Mean green horned baby with big smiles
And sweat sweat
Running down the side of my right eye
Didn't need to worry bout the shit in front of my third eye
Felt like a king
Even when they forced me to serve
I drop to my knees
If I see 12 like I'm Lil Durk
I give my life
To the mic
And nothing else
I live like a main character of the universe
I'm breaking free
Of the generational curse
I'm the, I'm the
I'm the head of the table
I may be dead inside
But I tell tales no fables
I make
Sales no labour
Powered by god
I'm able
I might
Move into Castel dell'Ovo
Waterfront Naples
So if I put too much strain on myself
(That's on me)
My eyes heavy
Emotional death
(That's on me)
And if I choose to buy weed from the cornerman
Speed through the borderland
Feed from my other hand
Goals far from your imagination
(That's on me)
Soles flat
Cold sweats
Heavy legs, spider webs
Out here trynna keep it in rotation
(That's on me)
Welcome to the boom bap station
(That's on me)
What are we moving towards?
Bust downs and world tours
The bitch fuck with Harry Potter
She pass me the spliffindor
Undisputed champion of the world got plenty awards
Might fuck with WWE get slammy awards
Tall, dark, soft nigga
I done fought plenty of wars
Shut the fuck up if you got nothing you're standing up for
Screaming 468
Don't know what I'm reppin it for
It's far too late used to contemplate
On caving your face in
Stomping your head and you brains splatter the pavement
Tired of seeing your face when I close my apertures
So you saying that I am stuck would be and understatement
It's far too late man
I'm the head of the table
I may be dead inside
But I tell tales no fables
I make
Sales no labour
Powered by god
I'm able
I might
Move into Castel dell'Ovo
Waterfront Naples
So if I put too much strain on myself
(That's on me)
My eyes heavy
Emotional death
(That's on me)
And if I choose to buy weed from the cornerman
Speed through the borderland
Feed from my other hand
Goals far from your imagination
(That's on me)
Soles flat
Cold sweats
Heavy legs, spider webs
Out here trynna keep it in rotation
(That's on me)
Welcome to the boom bap station
(That's on me)