Practice

I bleed over these,

ain’t turn down beef we put cheese over these,

ain’t worried ‘bout ya pockets I got grease over these,

blood is thicker than water let’s put that on the leaves,

trust got harder to give I won’t put that on a eve,

tryin’ hold me back’s like tryin’ hold ya breath while you breathe,

I’ll agree to disagree when the whole world don’t agree,

I’ve been on the other side and its not even green,

I left text on read, that I ain’t even read,

my dawgs got techs like refs in the league,

well known so it ain’t much first impressions for me,

it was times I bagged bitches wearing sweats n a tee,

all gas no breaks till the F is a E,

she say everything’s better on X, like a tweet,

Og told me learn to touch what you can’t reach,

that’s how they be steppin’ without steppin’ they feet,

as I sit down with a table spoon stirring my tea,

how you know my time is money, and still ask when I’m free,

if you played it right then you should have some bread with some yeast,

bro still wrestling his thoughts in a cage like Khabib,

I go thru shit in silence till I cope on a beat,

everybody dies but livings no guarantee,

they seen me at my lowest & thought that was my peak,

all that hate is probably why you’re only blessed when you sneeze,

watch on my wrist & my heart on my sleeve,

my shit was plain Jane but all the pain made it freeze,

got bro’s face on a charm, my most valuable piece,

went & balled for brotherly love I’m like Joel Embiid,

wolves gotta eat,

ain’t no huffin’ puffin’ less it’s rolled in a leaf,

still gettin’ haunted by the girl of ya dreams,

still kickin’ fly shit like Bruce Lee,

shots woke me outta my sleep,

we would find casings like shells on the beach,

only way we knew was either Jordan or Meech,

some of us went far & some went in too deep,

first game got blood stains on my brand new cleats,

talking about practice, bitch I’m practicing what I preach,

look like I went changed the sliders & shut off my fatigue,

we got the lead, I know ain’t no I in team but I tee’d,

won’t let a bad bitch go unpunished just like all my good deeds,

I heard of snakes & the rats, before the birds & the bees,

Pops says sometimes you gotta go thru war to get peace,

preying on the wicked like we holding rosary beads,

I put ice inside a cup & mix that shit like Fareed,

I did it without a album, I did shit with the Biebs,

we might digress but we won’t ever retreat,

I bleed over these,