Murakami

Yeah, it’s ten racks to go outside
Save your life
I been up a couple days, they don’t pay no mind
I feel like
I put my life on line to flat line shit
You still rubber-banding bands, I velcro shit
Big bank account when I check in
I hit another flow and steal your hoe off my inflection
You send a diss to me that shit is prolly misdirected
I held the summer down until I left it, shit took a second
I’m going ghost without a presence
Had to move a couple things up out my presence
Shit is moving past push it back up out the presnt
Don’t know what I’m doing I ain’t never read the premise
I heard they plotting but I’m taking up some screen time
I keep my distance ain’t nobody need to see mine
You say I’m distant didn’t know that made a difference
Almost put a stop to the way a nigga living
But what’s the chance that I’m going up and making hits
I can never tell what nobody gone make of this
But I can guess that All I Need gone be her favorite shit
Think about me every time you go and play that shit, for real
Yeah, yeah, just think about me every time you go and play that shit
Just think about me every time you go and play that shit
Just think about me every time you go and play that shit
Leyenda!