Testo Grindstone

Brandon
He just left again? This way
Come here, come here
I'm the best rapper ever, listen to this
Yeah

I claim I'm quitting, it's been too many tomorrows
Too many withdrawals, my jewelry worth a car note I still ain't got a car though, a conscious nigga's sorrow
Too smart to have to borrow, the parchment paper ball thrown
Get rid of it and start over, what's written in the stars
Become the emptiness to draw home, my scribble in a bar code
My innocence get all sold, my inner wisdom also
Pretendin' that my gall grown, I still feel pretty small though
My siblings in my heart home, I'm living, missing calls though
I split it so her heart cold, she lift me by a long rope
And pick it like guitar notes, I'm sickened but it's all ode
I'm stickin' to the motto, I'm switchin' through some models
They lead me through a blindfold, the mirror show aside
Don't leave my sister and my mom though, a fifteen split with Sideshow
A swigger at Pasado, I'm chipper than a lawnmower
I'm chippin', tiltin' off focus, this ship in launch mode
I'm sittin' at the console, I drift and liftin' off Woke up, I figured it was all over, I swear I felt you in my arms
It isn't in the cards though, I'm finna let that thought go
A pill to fantasize on, a risk worth pressing pause on
I'm spinnin' with the wash load, a pinnace then I'm not cold
A glimpse of granny grinnin' in my kitchen, then it's all gone
Liftin', tryna enter in her digits, this the wrong phone
Pinned to this pit, it's without anyone to call on
I wish I hit the lotto, pretend I'm friends with God
Threw all my wins to equalize on, swimmin' in the odds
Nobody's fittin' my assigned soul, just look into these eyes
Yellow by liquor and my cries choked
Switching through the time zones and livin' on the grindstone

Bitch-ass nigga, yeah
I wish I hit the lotto, pretend I'm friends with God
Threw all my wins to equalize on, livin' on the grindstone
Yeah, alright, let me hear that