Saffron

Waves start crashing into walls
 Read between the lines, I be captioning my calls
 Life is little monsters, try to capture into balls
 Rappers think they slick until I trap 'em in my jaws
 45 gun tucked, sorta live, summed up
 Bitch I get it slapping like 45 nunchucks
 Hoe, I think I'm young buck
 Shorty wanna ride with me
 Old school as stickers on Atlanta 59Fifty's
 My city vibe with me, bricks on the boards, hoe
 Hot as brick ovens while your shit's so digiorno
 Slip through the core slow
 Inhale the dope, let it drift through your torso
 Fuck it. What's the budget?
 See, me and Rav playing Dreamcast and passing blunts
 It's 2 AM, could you please pass the Captain Crunch
 Dap me up, face first, what the business is
 Burning up the block, homie had to get the biscuit in
 Fuck the pigs, turn the Sargent into brisket bites
 I only like to write rhymes when I'm pissed at life
 I write a lot of fuckin' rhymes lately, dawg
 But anyway...
 See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about
 (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)
 See, me and you got a thing we gotta speak about
 (Speak about, speak about, speak about, speak about)
 All life been hardline for art time, I ghost
 Your time is part tim I oft try enclose
 But won't lie, I've strolled by my whole life in low light
 You alright, but not me
 Adopt peace and lone fight
 This cockpit got no pilot
 Long reach like a known pirate
 Follow speeches of fallen titans and spark trees where the fuck I like it
 Oh, I think they mad, Bill
 Cause Bill and Rav ill
 Our songs make your girl pop her booty like it's Advil
 Rolling on down a hill
 What the hell? who let the demons out?
 Broken up out they cells, talking about themselves, they speaking bout
 All of they fucking ills, on about how they feel, their feelings drown you
 Showing you what is real, show you what it really be about
 See me and you got a thing we've got to speak about
 So down the blunt, turn this up and blow your speakers out
 -Remember, a snake can not eat a dragon