Nubian Cruiser

Yep

Like grip tape shawty lips skate till I kick flip

I'm stuck on this freak I just wan fuck I don't want friendship

She know my vices tend to steer me past my limits

Bow ya heads let me repent before this scene get wicked

Cut from the cloth but I keep some blood stains in my denim

Ammunition have you dancing with no rhythm

Venom in my veins spitting out my pain feelem

Reload magazine and scope the scene let's hope you ain't the victim

Yeah

Bodies flip anonymous

Hollow tips split ya bottle cap I see condiments in Heinz sight

I was never solomon but wise enough my eyes might

Peep the obvious when **** climbin up to our height

**** bite the dust and bite yo cadence if the vibes right

Tried to play it humble till I woke up in the spotlight

Momma say im Leaning on cannabis

Fiend or evangelist

Dreams of an amateur

Melany's expensive but I know I can handle her

Calabasas weed be on a whole nother caliber

I can only Imagine

Still Vibing on percussion

Topic of discussion

I speak from the pulpit as mommas youngest

Relying on a substance

Product of corruption

Give ya queen a yoga pose & Spine Readjustment

Im a Nubian Cruiser

The way I step on concrete my shoes from Medusa

Psilocybin smells like it grew in manure

To come behind me would be a foolish maneuver

I can only Imagine

Pocket full of mushroom

Penetrate deeper than ya flesh wound

Guess My religion is Escapism

Elevate ya mind state with south side wisdom

Fuck ya lock smith I hop the fence emancipate the prison

Know the system salivate and wait for blood drippin

Never push the hand of fate im on a love mission

Aint no tapping out im tapping in like fuck a submission

I'm subtle till I substitute the love thug risen

How you gone be hood rich if you ain't dub flippin

Flower bloom i pop a shroom I'm feelin floresent

I mix Fire with the brimstone I got a war fetish

Like grip tape shawty lips skate till I kick flip

I'm stuck on this freak I just wan fuck I don't want friendship

She know my vices tend to steer me past my limits

Bow ya heads let me repent before this scene get wicked

Cut from the cloth but I keep some blood stains in my denim

Ammunition have you dancing with no rhythm

Venom in my veins spitting out my pain feelem

Reload magazine and scope the scene let's hope you ain't the victim