Afro-Pill

Open book test overlook rest
Wolves In disguise seen that cobra look dressed
U shook not a threat kid I book a lot of bread
Under table i put it in a box under my bed
Forget to set the alarm damn, I overslept
Since I lost pops started to live with no regrets
While they overproduce I just go for the juice
Bad night can wake up with ya name all over the news
I keep away from clichés and tropes over used
Came ya town! To collect all the props over due
I sold jewels some paid the fees sometimes I gave it for free
Some got an issue with the god but never say it to me
I’m the best kept best now best next
Tex -mex, best sex up in a best west
In the big Apple, few trained like me
On the Q train going uptown like a Nike
Joel Marcus on my feet know me well walk the street
About action talk is cheap
I’m back though they tried to black ball these are fact though
Still you see me doing my numbers, do the math though
State of grace of a master you lack the appreciation
Ungrateful bastard
Bummy as hell with flashy rhymes
Glad u can tell Pharaohgamo is a mastermind
Rest In Peace Nipsey, bad vibes u can miss me
Eating yucca leaves with wings fried crispy
The man of mystery epitome king
Meaning, everything I do tend to be big
Afro-hallucinogenic, take it in pill form
When illusions start to die that’s when the real is born
I say peace to anybody challenging norms
Thru chaos and still finding balance in the storm