Twiz The Beat Pro - Strangers lyrics

[Verse 1] If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper It's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger sh**, I could barely even trust my friends Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends I mean really why even should I try and test it socially Catch em in the act and end up having to approach them Entertain the story while it's testing on my patience Why the f** you think I spent this money on surveillance While I'm on the other side of Earth without a**istance Hitching in the night saying Evi goes the distance At home the same sh** is going on, I don't miss it It's a nice place to live, but I wouldn't wanna visit Never stepping out the car or on the stage without a purpose Ghost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses Director of these photos so the aim remains focused Hold still right there, hold still [Refrain] [Verse 2] I ain't holier than thou or trying to even act superior Half the sh** I rap about I'm speaking from experience I'm living at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes People get deceived, seeing gangsters dressed in surf clothes From ? where they birthing those flows to set the world off On a wet park bench drinking OJ and Smirnof I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it Never tell it how it wasn't not only pen that murder I been touring constantly So there's wear and tear value That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel Document this madness till the day I come unraveled And retreat to the matterhorn, basking in the castle On some Dennis Leary a**hole, f** you pay me sh** I've come too far to get jacked and you can weight of it So right about now I think it's bout that time That I'mma let Rev k** while I chill on the rhyme What the f** [Refrain] [Verse 3] I ain't speaking on my businesses in public when concerning deals Stepping on stage like it's light bulbs or turning wheels In spite a couple nights of a thousand I didn't k** I still kept it peeling out and stepping up for Reverend Real Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with Nothing is original Even under cloudy days sun is still shining Just rerouted and out of phase Lately when I walk I've been trying to hold my posture straight Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way California love from Diego to across the Bay All across the map to every single solitary state All across the baggage claim All across the gate Some calling it freight how I'm carrying weight Some calling it fate while some others remain torn Some calling it rain cause that's when I brainstorm