Psythekid - LRB lyrics

This that lazy rap ba*tard Yeah that crazy trap (master) Whippin acid with some (ganja) I’m a shady ass (rasta) Chasin cheese with that (pasta) Psytheprophet no (pastor) Stab a reverend in the neck young slime neck (plaster) I said Tunnel vision on the Guap stack (Yeah) With precision we smoke loud packs (Right) Won’t you recognize the crowds lack (Vision) Way ahead of time Sounds man Listennn Hotbox the whole neighborhood b*tch I got receipts Talk the fake sh*t you do All you do is speak (speak) These eyes don’t lie I’ve done been through it all Wеll no not all I just meant to say a lot (sh*t) Keep it movin won’t you sit back? (Love) Let it happеn oh you been bad? (Tough) Shovel snow and your nostrils (full) That magic powder don’t love you (hah) Finding reasons Feeding that addiction Trynna break habits But you’re caught up In a prison Contemplatin fiction What’s the worse conviction? Maybe never wake up Or Maybe never glisten I spend my days surfin big clouds (geez) I Rest my case pour my heart out (breathe) And all that tells me is I’m big chillin Big sippin Move with love cause I be big pippin Big griffin Doors open when you knock em down Gotta get what’s yours Flood the market with that flow Remind them what they’re not Most of them posers with few real ones on top fu*k it I’ll do me I’m the only one I got Too videshi for the desis And too brown for the whites Yeah My money do be black fu*k the system till I die Think I see more than the others man I feel most of them blind What’s a sheep to a leopard don’t put lean my sprite What’s a seed in a desert Feel like Wayne in his prime Got some weed for the mind Yeah the schemes help the rhyme Wear my sweatshirts kinda early Just a bee in a hive Drop a tab free the mind Drop the weight chase the money Have a seat read the lines Block the hate flame the dummies fu*k the snow and the bunnies I been cookin up this fatal Yeah An open conversation fu*k these posers I’m a shaman Shahman Garden of the lazy ba*tard this that this that This that lazy rap ba*tard Yeah that crazy trap (master) Whippin acid with some (ganja) I’m a shady ass (rasta) Chasin cheese with that (pasta) Psytheprophet no (pastor) Stab a reverend in the neck young slime neck (plaster) I said Tunnel vision on the Guap stack (Yeah) With precision we smoke loud packs (Right) Won’t you recognise the crowds lack (Vision) Way ahead of time Sounds man Listennn