(Hook)
I'm getting high til my Ears Pop
Smoking loud til my Ears Pop
Walking on the ocean floor deep in the game, make my Ears Pop
(1st Verse)
Dear mama these my ambitionz as a rider
The feds kickin' in every door to every gangsta party
Got home at 5, gotta wake up at 8 in the morning
In the shower tryna wake up still stretchin' n yawning
Don't know when it became cool to sell dope
The slave days is over but some of these folks hang they own rope
With that hot boy shit, I be quiet as a roach
On the ground tryna find another crumb to put in my account
Or safe, thankful I made it home safe, don't know who to trust
Don't know who to bust, don't know who gone bust
Who gone be the next to bite the dust?
It's the lust, for the money the pussy the fame & all of that good shit, that keep some people alive.
The highs is real cheap yo' self esteem died.
Deep waters & shallow minds don't mix
So let me teach you how to swim and use a harpoon so you can survive this shit..
(Hook)
(2nd Verse)
Living and dying at the same time, the same mind
I have in this thick skull helps me come up with these great rhymes
You got yo' belief, that don't change mine
A million people do the same crimes
A different color but the same air
A different point of view the same water
We all care about something
But lately I don't care about nothing
I understand you got trouble
I would give you my personal advice but personally I'm all out of fucks to give in this life
Someone tried to rob me the other night (hmm..)
But he noticed I was on guard
Would've had to kill me 'fore I gave it up that's on God..
Found out somebody that I used to hoop with
Sent the fatal shot to someone who was finna make it in this rap shit..
All on some trap shit..tryna set a trap, but the target wasn't there, so they whacked him..
Ears Pop
(Hook)
(3rd Verse)
See that octopus she'll treat yo' ass like Ursala
You give her yo' soul thinkin that she gone end up reimbursing ya
With love for a lifetime
But that bitch ain't do nothing but just end up hurting ya
See all them fish that you think look cool
Can survive the ocean without that oxygen tank you got on yo' back this ain't the pool, what's a rule?
That New World Order right around the corner
just like that unknown hustler who got that marijuana
That pack that crack, the coke, the dope, the false hope
The steep slope
Either you going up or going down
But when you going down I bet that rarely anyone come around
So gone pour a glass of Hennessy and sit with me
Conversate 'bout temptation maybe you sin with me
Do some dirt and look clean, maybe be friends with me
I'm tired of keeping it real and that's as real as a friend could be
(Hook)
credits
from World B Free,
released September 11, 2016
Written by KGZ; Prod. By Canis Major
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