Flatline (feat. Kenny Mason) - TOBi

I made it here with endurance Nicotine with no insurance I'm mixing molly and liquor for social events It's the only way through it I overthink it's a hobby I never learned how to copy Being yo self isn't all that you thought Niggas gon' still put yo ass in a box What the fuck rap? They love singing and crooning Most of these hoes are just Rapping and mooning Way that we rockin' We had to confuse em DBZ look at the way that we fusin' Rap with the rock This the fuck how you do it Pussy ass nigga you going out stupid We going up and i know that you hate After this year don't you ever debate it Bitch Momma just saw me on stage Doing my dance and she love it Father been poppin' that oxy for pain He tryna fix shit fo' it's over My heart is really in london I went back home to a woman who needed me Just to tell her that it's over I never had this attention I had to still get adjusted Use to get jackets from justin Use to be dirty and dusty Shawty five one and she busty Shawty five one and she fussy My children around so no cussing I'm in the cut where it's pussing Lighten up the mood with the incense's I can see the moon in the distance I gave niggas art with the first tape But i was missin out on money makin real shit (Real shit) New niggas say they want the old ken The ken that they don't spin? Went to war with a star cause a nigga tried clone Ken Came up with the style, niggas said i tried to clone them? cool. When yo check hit we both split it A lot of y'all critics just some gold diggers How can i respect any opinions? When i seen you give respect to some hoe niggas I wrestled with the industry and folded it In figure 4 Now i'm a known figure Shawty got figure like Yonce' from Goldmember Her goals aligned with these gold dentures Too hood for the art shit Too smart fa the hard shit Too depressed to be a narcissist I just know my shit better than y'all shit They gone try to say a nigga a rock rap, like it's not rap Guess that mean it don't count when they get out rapped Sayin it ain't rock on a rock track Guessing when you black, it's all trap I was tryna solve all the family shit Same time gettin robbed by my management Same time arguing wit shawty gettin mad and shit Drinking all the time tryna handle it No more rapping bout the shit that i done been thru Cause when i run into a fan i feel seen thru Feel like it gotta die to get the love like i need too Can't miss someone til they leave you Rip peep rip juice Rip sleep i'm tryna see it thru Working tape gotta see it thru Nigga finishing the album gotta see it thru Rip lito rip phew Please watch over yo dad cause he need you Wish i could do it but i can't gotta see it thru Nigga finishing the tape gotta see it thru There's a tumor, In my gums Met my sister, At the dentist Just to see, If he could drain it out I still gotta go, Back and get it taken out I think he was Sayin sumn 'bout root canals Ion know Why it hasn't given me trouble yet Maybe 'cuz how often a nigga spittin' now Hopefully by the time You hear this it's taken out But anyway There's more important shit To frown about I got a sister who illness stressin' My momma out And I still gotta hear the bullshit Y'all talk about Mhm mhm uh-huh mhm okay It sound dumb But ima let you do it anyway You hard headed Need to learn from fallin' On your face Mo' money Mo' problems Well if thats the case I'm gettin' bank More notes than a Opera House What you think, That say about the state My mind in now, I could always say that I tried, You would claim it wasn't my best I could spend, My whole life on this shit And I still, Wouldn't feel in debt (hey!) Don't forget, When i'm on the Mic yea it's war In my pen, Food for thought here's something More to digest For desert they might Let that eagle Soar from the nest

Whoa, yeah, I just came back from Mars Reversing the Lac' to park, but ain't goin' back and forth (free) They know the faces blue, I know they sad, they saw it They looking like Avatars, ho, it's okay, we got zap to borrow I'ma be back tomorrow, I had to leave 'cause the bag was large The side you be at was soft, but I had that Nina in tact' regardless I know some niggas with white bricks, that mean they don't need no MAC to charge ya From where they don't need no MAC to rob ya, ho, it's okay, we got zap to borrow $2K on my feet Two K's in the crib They shootin' like 2K in the streets From noon to 2 a.m., no sleep I done made like $2K on a stream this week Got blue stains on my fingers We been countin' blue faces like, "Hey, Mystique" I knew one day it'd be me What the fuck do a fuck nigga mean? Spent most of the month overseas Makin' money to sing, much money, the fee Lunch money to me or brunch for the bros, no budget to eat Big ol' MP, tuggin' my tee Plottin' on puttin' some platinum slugs in my teeth (ayy) Most of the niggas that's thuggish to y'all Look sluggish to me and my brother agree Saw myself spillin' blood in my dream I woke up clutchin' my gun in my dream I woke up focused on money this week To make what you make in a month in a week Most of these boys ain't accustomed to heat Me, I was born in a hundred degrees (free) I knew my dad knew his son was a G When he took a look at the sun and he seen Whoa, yeah, I just came back from Mars Reversing the Lac' to park, but ain't goin' back and forth (free) They know the faces blue, I know they sad, they saw it They looking like Avatars, ho, it's okay, we got zap to borrow I'ma be back tomorrow, I had to leave 'cause the bag was large The side you be at was soft, but I had that Nina in tact' regardless I know some niggas with white bricks, that mean they don't need no MAC to charge ya From where they don't need no MAC to rob ya, ho, it's okay, we got zap to borrow Put my brothers on Big zap, nigga, no thunderstorm Nigga want beef, we can order some Wet 'em with the heat like boilin' some Ridin' with the heat like Georgia sun Sorry, nigga, these not water guns Just dropped some heat and it's more come You want that feature, then forward the funds I'm from a city where city folks tote they semi's on video, bruh I'm from a city where I seen the most sinister niggas get shitted on, bruh I scrap my Jimmy on 'fore I get friendly on any ho, it ain't no choice I'm from a city where niggas tote rocks, no minerals, send an invoice Saw myself spillin' blood in my dream I woke up clutchin' my gun in my dream I woke up focused on money this week To make what you make in a month in a week Most of these boys ain't accustomed to heat Me, I was born in a hundred degrees (free) I knew my dad knew his son was a G When he took a look at the sun and he seen Whoa, yeah, I just came back from Mars Reversing the Lac' to park, but ain't goin' back and forth (free) They know the faces blue, I know they sad, they saw it They looking like Avatars, ho, it's okay, we got zap to borrow I'ma be back tomorrow, I had to leave 'cause the bag was large The side you be at was soft, but I had that Nina in tact' regardless I know some niggas with white bricks, that mean they don't need no MAC to charge ya From where they don't need no MAC to rob ya, ho, it's okay, we got zap to borrow Put my brothers on Big zap, nigga, no thunderstorm

Ayy, walk through the ghetto to talk to the devil Gun in my pocket, it might be a setup I got some commas in, I could get wet up I got the common sense not to get led on I got the common sense not to get settled Fuck who at the top 'cause your spot can get sat on She come through the spot so that twat can get spat on She knew I had it on lock with no hat on I done been heartbroken, shot at and shat on, dodging my shadows I like it grungy, my sonics was shadows Don't miss the point 'cause you following arrows Don't miss the point 'cause you watching the points Don't disappoint me, I'm watching your errors Glock in the whip and I'm riding to Clairo When I thumb the clip, it's like Arnold and Gerald Real heat, Robert De Niro I want dinero, starting from here on Fuck every officer, sergeant, and sheriff that got any medal My swag heavy metal, my bag carry metal I walk with the angels through shadowy meadows You talking to strangers, that's how you get shut up You bought all them bangers a chain 'cause you scared of 'em No, you not the one to step like Ciara Only thing y'all need to check is the mirror You reckless, niggas ain't gon' check if you serious I'm the best and all the checks finna mirror it Fuck the press, when playing chess, no cheering I up a level every month like a miracle I don't give a fuck if this shit ain't lyrical I don't give a fuck if this shit ain't radio I don't give a fuck, nigga, it's spiritual You gon' do that shit, ho, then do that shit, it's alright If I choose a fit, bet my toolie fit, it's alright I get rude as shit, I get moody, bitch, it's alright I run through this shit 'til my roomies end, it's alright It's like ayy, up, up, up, up, it's alright Drew a pic and my jeweler jeweled a Pitt, and it's all bite Groupies digging my crew like goonies, kick this shit all night New dimensional fusions, fuel this shit, I give off light

COUPE I won't go I can't take my .9 (Free) I get high, still won't change my mind Ho, what's up? I'm outside, so come outside Hundred racks on my name, and I probably won't spend a dime 'til I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Ridin' round with that flame But I know it might save my life so I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Triple up, catch 'em down Stick 'em up, takin' his shit Piece 'em up, throw 'em up Eat 'em up, how it just hit She was up, I was up, we was up, that's how it went That's my baby but shе ain't no kid I ain't her baby, but I'm in her crib Twin just snuck my fire in this bitch Don't makе shit hot in this bitch Inside of my mouth gettin' dry I'm high as a bitch No way I'm hidin' this shit My shirt had shot-holes shots go fire in the 6 Malfoy, we ridin' with sticks My fault, my folks might fire up on sight in this bitch See somethin' they don't like in this bitch (Bitch) I can tell when you say it's fine you can tell ain't no way it's fine You was so focused on saving time me and my gang still came on time Walk in this bitch on playa' time Time still money, don't play with time Reaching my level gon' take some time But tell 'em folks if I can't take my .9 I won't go I can't take my .9 (Free) I get high, still won't change my mind Ho, what's up? I'm outside, so come outside Hundred racks on my name, and I probably won't spend a dime 'til I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Ridin' round with that flame But I know it might save my life so I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Let's go in, in, in (Yeah) Double up all my ends, ends, ends (Yeah) Double up 'til them Ms, Ms, in (Yeah) Then double up again, 'gain, 'gain (Yeah), yeah Double the money double the dimes, fuck a nickel I do double the ballin,' it look like double dribble If I dump it, my dawg doublin' down on you niggas All the duckin' and dodgin' only double the odds Of gettin' hit with some shit That'll fuck up the function (Boom, free) I double up in this bitch (Bitch) I double up with my bitch (Bitch) I double up and I dip I won't go I can't take my .9 (Free) I get high, still won't change my mind Ho, what's up? I'm outside, so come outside Hundred racks on my name, and I probably won't spend a dime 'til I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah) Ridin' round with that flame But I know it might save my life so I— Double up, double up (Yeah) Double up, double up (Yeah)

Ah, yeah COUPE Relocate After I risk my life in BOA I know Heaven a couple feet away Know that murder was just a street away Ah, yeah, what you say? This for A and B, ho see away Triple my .9, I'm just a G away All of my life I knew I see a way Ah, yeah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Pullin' up in my partner crib, after he pop an opposite He play no baseball but slid, no fence for niggas dodgin' shit Startin' shit, starter kit, brand new sleepin' with all the fish Twinnem sleepin' with all the clips, we ain't been sleepin' at all this year Mama cryin', I been tryin' act like I ain't hear Bitch, I'm writing, I'm deep in my mind, I ain't here Tears fall on my beard, nigga been drinkin' all year I'll take money over the therapy, don't no one but me care for me This carefully my mental fucked I come straight from that wilderness So bare with me, my jimmy tucked, I raise that semi up You comin' to hell with me, anyone who thinks they is the one Is unaware of me, and just look unprepared to me, I'm meant to be here (You should) relocate After I risk my life in BOA I know Heaven a couple feet away Know that murder was just a street away Ah, yeah, what you say? This for A and B, ho see away Triple my .9, I'm just a G away All of my life I knew I see a way Ah, yeah I feel the sun on my face and I'm facin' a blunt, I'm in space, I got more sticks than Rambo Lil' bitch, I ain't runnin' no race, sun up to sun up, I'm one of the greats Smoke everyone 'til I'm one of the greats, he don't want smoke for real, he wanna vape He don't want dough for real, he wanna hate, somebody pour up a pitcher 'cause bitch I got Pictures to paint, I'm a villain, insane, I was chillin' with niggas with stains, I done in been in the Pit of the flame, I remember the days I was diggin' in britches for change Bitch, I was mixing the tape, hopin' this stick, pray it get rid of my rage Takin' a trip to the bank, hopin' it hit 'cause when it do I'ma skate, bitch, I'ma dip Relocate After I risk my life in BOA I know Heaven a couple feet away Know that murder was just a street away Ah, yeah, what you say? This for A and B, ho see away Triple my .9, I'm just a G away All of my life I knew I see a way Ah, yeah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah

Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game Yeah It's hard chilling with niggas who only Talk about bitches and never 'bout business Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism of course Bragging 'bout who they piped down when high school fool What about right now? Ouu you wanna fight clown? Want me to put the mic down And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete Just beyond God's reach So tell me what's next? Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed Still interrogating myself Tell me how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect The pen was the murder weapon The muse, "The Weeping Woman" Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937, it's true I'm just paying my dues and my dudes You out preeing my moves I'm focused on my own two and keep singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game You wanna know why I'm happy? I'm still alive, nigga 'Bout four, five times, I should've died, nigga You see the pain when you look into my eyes Made it to 39, I guess my grandmama lied She said I'd never make it to see 21 My brother didn't, listen, this is where the Henny come 17, he was everything I wanted to be I watched the devil take his life right in front of me I feel strong, but I'm breaking down underneath In Compton, you ain't gotta be the Klan to lay up under sheets A dead body, that's somethin' to see How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hundred deep? I watched Bobby get shot in his face I seen Lil Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist These eyes, these skies Where the fuck do niggas go when we die? Walking through the grocery store the other day I ran into Taneisha, she was happy to see my face Let me tell you 'bout fate We was 16, tenth grade, murder was the case She was datin' Chico, we was at my grandmama place It was me, Taneisha, Chico, Dan, and Lil Trey We was drinkin', smokin', I fell asleep I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha screamin', so I peeped In the bathroom door, Chico was just watchin' her While Dan and Lil Trey was climbin' on top of her So I went and grabbed my pop's gun And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts if you ain't got none I cocked that bitch, then I popped one Everybody froze, then the nigga Trey dropped, son I shot my own homie in the grapes, I just couldn't let T get raped Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true