MAVI, Ovrkast. - 2 Minute Bars lyrics

Yo, as far as I can see, it's already made
Petty change get saved that
I could piss off in a day
Tip off in your face,  and you in half court
Looking phased
I'ma take that, a place where I can lay back
Getting misassigned, I'm a sign
Two can play that
You need it for the time being
See it like a vapor
Me, I need the generation
Meaning from the paper
Meetings for the paper
See the evil in it's flagrance
Please make it make sense
Seated in the basement
Rappin on my mountains, if I peaked
You wouldn't say shit
Took it with a grain of salt
The pillar wouldn't change it
Pulling with the strength of God
Until I couldn't face it
Potent from the pages I was writing
Movin, shaking out of sight
And niggas stay mad i could never stay bad
Push a nigga's fade back
Cookie couldn't crumble
It was done before we ate it
Rookie niggas fumble, number one
You niggas hate it

What else they gotta do, bro?
They hands is full, no cap

Man, I can't be my brother's influence
The school, he bad at rules
He packing pills instead of pencils
The shit I been through
A willing cinch I slit my wrist through
Man, Willie Lynch, I'm in my whip proof
Kiddies spittle literature
Lit as strike against flint
The kiss is spliff digging the
Skin from my grin
Up all the stripes that I'm getting
Tiger my twin
Catch 'em by the toe and tie a
Tag around like you sizin' up flips
Tighten up, boy, the titans is here
Size of his tusks are for striking 'em fear
So lighten up
He smell your fright in the air
I got a plate full, bae got her mouth full
Gave her a mouthful
Keep a weight on my tongue if
It ain't flailing about truth
So why you painting your torso?
Them statements not about you
You talking about April is over
We finna let the Nile loose
On the ticket, the crowd move
Unconditional bound too
The whole October drown through
"no roses" on SoundCloud proof
Tossing part as far as I can
See? It's already me and shit
I lurch through minor leaguers
Spurned at only 17 years
You thinking pieces a zenith
The rock, the pot
A full revolution and we ain't sleep yet
Grapple with my shadow, sun creep
The wrinkles increases
Man, ready to box, feet heavy, ring shrinking
Got comfy under the ultraviolet
The sun-bleached kid wonder
Blood beating from under the plumage
Mister Number One kid
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bro? Yeah