Song: Oldie
Year: 2012
Viewed: 30 - Published at: 3 years ago

Look who realized thats the futures in his eyes
I'd rather a mic before I check into a line
Thats parole or plantation for my soul
Keep me whole never division is splitting up my goals
Chilling with the bros probably gonna hit the bowl
No cereal getting bent like I hit a pole
They tell me that im too lazy to be this old
Well you can call me lazy but im reaching my goals
My mother told me that I had mad style
Chilling with some bud and you know it keep it loud
Micro mechanics when I spit youre like an addict
And my music is your fix
The best drugs upon this planet
Where the cash at naw where the hash at
Rapping in school I have the soon become the class act
Acting out the formations this deadly altercation
It seems that writing raps in my only procrastination
Superman will have cape removed before these dudes
Make me switch my style like the tab when my mom walks in my room
Even past ( odd future ) I see nothing in these beats I copy
Sorry ty (tyler ) but im above like youre in the lobby
I cruise around town can't cruise in downtown
Small home town a couple blocks is our downtown
No competition in my city who looks at it that way
Cause if you are a dope rapper you won't have to worry
Not the dope you snort but just as dope import
Improve my skills so my meals never come up short
Id never pop a couple pills just to get lifted
These pharmacists I believe are on some sneaky business
Why does every kid thinks its cool as fuck to smoke
Smoking ain't cool you do it just because youre missing hope
You got no talent so you use it as a balance
To balance out your weakness when you speak I can tell youre damaged
Its eagle

( Anthony Eagle )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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