Water Two

Oh they want me to stark blacking
 But i've been in the atmosphere relaxing
 Photos in my phone from around the globe
 Take me back and
 I'm from Richmond and how the gun packing
 And how that click clacking and news caption
 Should be niggas suiting up for weddings not a new casket
 Black on black Farrari's how we do the traffic
 They want me to start blacking
 Mess around and write new classic
 Saxon phone playing let out my blues
 I got stories for every mile on my (shoes)
 My mind is stuck on a beach enjoying views
 Nigga my bare feet, i meant a mile in my shoes
 Been searching heaven i know it here
 My eyes been bugging but not my ears
 My taste my feels will never fails
 I've been sick for a minute not signs of getting well
 Step to the master and get impaled
 If i can't reach heaven i'll raise hell
 I got beef with Lucifer
 Light my l on the devils tales, high as Jupiter
 Still most of these artist is sounding stupider
 Most of they music is sounding weird
 Must be babies of computer love
 I provide the in balance here
 And let em loop it
 If I'm moving through the city know the roof
 Always looking for shooters bruh
 They love to see you rise...
 See you fall
 Hope your number still the same when they call
 Hope you're still down to earth as a star