Nothing But Truth

My blend codes are like bends in roads curves around
and serves clowns with wrong directions now lost in town
need a rap map or proceed trap on the highways of lyrics //
breaking the law is risky like drinking raw whiskey spirits
can fuck you up so pass a glass and some grass lets have
a blast and party hardy with Barcardi stuff will grab
like a crab, take true sip through our lips got drunk vocab //
see crime wild with a benign smile behind a pile of handcuffs
shot a glock somebody call the cops “yall drop the guns plans scuffed
up now somehow my life got burned in sections, turned in the direction
of good after that, master chat with teachers and preachers connections
to Christ, frustrations by tons it’ll take a congregation of nuns to
bail me out I’ve fail no doubt locked in jail won’t let me out wonder who
got the bail? Stutter stressing wanting someone to utter a blessing true//
look got a complex lex so I stay with coupe and play hoop pass the ball
ready to trash all the rumors and slam-dunk on a damn punk fast yall
friends with Kobe and watch Ben Kinobe so the strong force is on course
got a mask attack you can ask shack if I git free I’ll hit a three my source
is Reggie Miller taught me moves caught in grooves sliding in of lay ups
play heads up ball yall