Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin John Podmeyer
Songwriter
Lyrics
Sold my soul, went to the devils home & I stole that shit back
Ripped up the contract, felt the impact
Each morning that my eyes rise, feel like a brand new surprise
Philosophize each line, prophesize the divine
Pull the boat from the marina straight to the Atlantic coast
Molars 24 karat gold cause these flows cost the most
I propose a toast, that each check be composed with mad zeros
Exotic tree from the Galapagos, fresh shrimp & lobster rolls
If you're friends of the family, you're welcomed to the canopy
But cause hurt or damage, you'll vanish to a fantasy
50-gallon bags of that Cali gas, kill it faster than a happy rabbits ass
Bet I roll a whole cabbage patch, preventative for future cataracts
Brain freeze can't contain me, Blue Icee L-Bs
Tell please if you can smell me, I'll inhale weed until hell freeze
Cruising at a slow speed, borderline floating
All the bosses know me, kPod Corleone
Let the beat hit like this, might just be the nicest
Bass so hard that it might shift, snares sharp like ice picks
Can't keep dough when you're lifeless, still I like to set my own prices
Cut these songs like a knife hits, then cut a goddess like Isis
Even when you're sinking in the deep end, don't reveal your weakness
Stay on your toes on defense, steer clear of the leeches
Don't put the pussy on a pedestal cause you'll block the view of what's ahead of you
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, loyalty & bread will do
Family over everything, blood bonds & wedding rings
Hands free, keep pedaling, peace of mind is so settling
The weight of the world weighs heavily. Deadly, if you let it be
Darkness in my pedigree, so thank you lord when you were there for me
Keep the code of silence, ain't no need for the violence
Prefer the peace & quiet, not screeching of the sirens
The people going to riot, when the presidents a tyrant
If you're the mother fucking pilot, you got to monitor the mileage
Writer(s): Kevin Podmeyer
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