Blast Radius from Leaving / Left by Wool See

I'm in this motherfucker
Like you motherfuckin care
This games cold bruh
With Fangs of a cobra
To get paid is the goal but
I'm doing Giveaways like I’m Oprah
Look under your seat
You get a lot of Wool See
It's all over stock, Cuz I under achieved
But I endured the dream
That’s more than some of y'all can say at least,
even if I don't slay the beast, I make it bleed..
My blade unsheathed, I’m shaving hastily..
Gillette to neck, won't slow it down
I'm catching wreck.. ’til my mentions wet
And they sliding into the deep end that's My DMs
I'll ignore them like I don't see them
But I do… full disclosure, my ego bulging
I keep indulging, this superficial bullshit

This ain't where you want to be
Within the Blast radius
But blowing up comes with a fee
Pay up, player, pay up

This ain't what you thought it'd be
When they flash cameras
Blinded by the light to be seen
Say what, say what? say nothing


These are trap days
my cells wide open though, thats strange..
The tidal is moving fast pace
What am I supposed to do with that wave?
Streams is rapid... we still rafting
Look at me, I'm the captain
Life jackets should be tightly strapped
when we capsize you'll have a fighting chance
What am I saying though, I been submerged and inhaled..
Tasted salt in the Pacific, should be bottled up and gifted..
I washed up with the driftwood
On a Malibu shore..
started giving Hollywood tours,
seen more faults than a volleyball court
Watch the stars. they fall… they fall…
Collapse from exhaustion, (wink wink)
Go to rehab on some posh shit..
Looks like a spa trip..
Trying to make the few bumps you smuggled in the place last
Withdrawals with a cucumber face mask…
Leave refreshed, back to skeezers, schemes and stress..
within a few weeks your sinking depths,
it's back to what relieves it best, repeat deception

The homie's homie has a car that’s worth more than my crib..
I watch from afar but I know how they live..
plus I got the address, not proud of my methods
but I own that spite,
When they out stunting, might pull off that heist
Nah, I'm not about that life.. I'm sure they keep some house sitters
I might sound bitter but i sugar coat my bullets
That's high calorie caliber
Sending shots like insulin, put ends to your calendars,
the stench that your downwind of..
That's death by the millisecond.. starvation by the keyframe
Bombs per minute, set the tempo, attack and decay..
sustain with no release
Just pain, some praying for ‘lil peace
Is that too much to ask?
Perhaps it's not up for grabs
By design, it can't be instated by force
So we fighting for it but we also fighting what a fight is, whoa..
counter intuitive, who's really down to be doing it..
easier to write some songs than to right some wrongs
To get paid is the icing on the sick cake

• Electronic
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Portland
• Rap
• Trap
• experimental
• indie rap
• underground hip hop
• vermont
• Vermont