I wake up in the morning the pressure on,
I grab my backpack my homie he got the dessert on,
eagle precisely they shiesty this shit is dessert storm,
Picasso with hollows halo if you ain’t got weapons drawn,
nigga this is summer time action Midwest madness,
get robbed for your pips where your nights aren’t the Gladys,
so if you like your Nike’s don’t be flexing on the masses,
I just hope you can run the fastest,
always on the edge I’m like who goin’ urk my nerves today,
yo girl keep me stress free she goin’ jurk and slurp away,
none you boys got back bones most of you invertebrates,
soundtrack to my life it was Kanye West I heard em say,
sharks at the park homie we was on the deep end,
food stamps pantry shit kix checks wheat thins,
niggas used to laugh cause my cloths wasn’t decent,
I just want some air forces I just want some wheat timbs,
so had to get up on some grown shit, make money take money if I want my own shit,
gotta stay alert they catch you slipping then ya dome split,
next tel chirp with the button with the phone flip easy...
As 1 2 3 a 1 of 1 like I am 23,
MJ or LBJ don’t matter to me,
I got now don’t care who coming after me,
that was arrogant nobody but Kendrick you can compare him with,
or anybody who speaking logical it’s imperative,
you Lock in,
Michi got me lit I was boxed in,
bouta black out with all my problems and then hit top 10 whoa...
I’m speaking that into existence ya know... ya heard me!
credits
from Speaking into Existence EP,
released March 19, 2021
Vocals and Lyrics by Calvin Stone
Music by Michael Dreilich and Mario Radetzky
Mix by Mario Radetzky
Master by Joe Joaquin
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022
