Home Bowman - Shepherd’s Verses lyrics

Speddie's got them rolls golden Corral
He called up Preston and the hose
Barely remember shit but now
And then it glows
Knew a couple 'plugs' and I
Knew a couple 'bros'

Where I'm from the people are
So shitty in disguise
Rude as fuck in public I'd
Just rather stay inside
Don't take it as a weakness that
I hate all of my peers
See everything clearly, I'm a Canon engineer

Making all the tracks got
Me really losing track
Checking my phone, 4 AM, I'm getting bags
And Mothеrfucker don't think that
I'm making any racks
I'm talking bout my eyes
But onе day I'll get that sack

Anatomy is tougher when your last name is Jai
Talkin' all this trash
It's okay I do the same
Only difference is that I do it to your face
You been making moves? I'mma crush
Em with no trace

Shut the fuck up
I can't even hear my own brain
6th period, I think I've finally gone insane
Not as bad as captain aboard
I'm on her plane or maybe it's a boat
Metaphor is all the same

For the people listening, I really gotta say
I've been struggling with thoughts that
I've had to contain nothing really violent
But I think a lot of shade
Hate on everybody and my laziness the crane

I commend the people in my
Life that wanna stay
I get really stupid sometimes, it's not okay
Every now and then I gotta vent but in a way
I been happier this year starting it in May

I know that you lookin' for
A certain type of plate
I'm not fuckin' Pump
I'm a lyricist on a blaze hear me out
Cause all of the time I'm making great
Naturalizer isn't an album
It's just a place

Running out of time
You could feel it in your blood
I can visualize the shaking
Got me brighter than the sun
Yeah, I know I'm fucking lazy
Don't remind the better son
Holy water turned to steam
Trinity just took the fun
Took time learning my craft
Never shit from anyone
Nice words, now and then
Really all that kept me going
I made money off a song
About a dude I never met
Dumped the body in the river lyrically
And then I dipped

Ghosted by like seven
Got the ghouls up on the list
That I body in rotation
On my motherfucking diss
I can feel it in my soul
But the music hit or miss
Only sometimes I will ball and
The rest will sound like piss
So I make another beat
Got no Prods and got no Feats
I just make it in my room
Where depression likes to breed
So I tell all of you talent less
Pricks you're not in my league
Say it thirty times 'fore I
Drop this and I leave, shit

I'm not ever quitting cause I
Like to see you pissed
Took a shot, another one
And then again you fucking missed
I'm not even trying hard
I push a little bit
I'm still grinding on the daily
Disrespecting all my kin
16 lines ain't enough
But I think it kinda works
Send me all that shade you want
I'mma make those ears hurt
One day you gon' fabricate that
Bowman was the key
When he got all of his credit
And the fire burnt the sea

Cut off all the people in my life in '17
Got no mercy
Really sounding like I'm writing for Zaheed
Kidding, but you know the
Cringey side about NZ?
Lotta people probably hating on my
Color and my creed

Don't believe in any little
Thing except for me got a lot think about
When I'm dissing philosophy
And maybe it's the hatred that
I really wanna breed
I exposed my own persona
Let your thoughts be free