Gulf to Bay (feat. Luke Morrow)

Ay, jit's mom shot at drip that was crazy as shit

Bullet hole still exist in the back of the whip

But he coulda got hit, the thought of it makes me sick

Memory reflects every time we take trips (or toke hits)

Stiller than a mannequin, I'm panicking and ruminating

Wonder if my tomb awaiting (waitin')

My arrival, tell the reaper be patient

Cause I ain't dooming my survival

Just to link up with Satan

I just put the pen to paper

No matter time, date, or location

We charge a rate gon' throw you out the rotation

I remember days when, the city was my hub for curiosity

Chasing all possibilities constantly

My own sole controller, and ain't nobody weighing me down

Willpower and strength gon' shift those plates from the ground

The taste of my fruits of labor gonna stay so profound

And AL.XLerator gonna be the name so renown, yea

And I don't pay attention to clowns

And the outlets spreading rumors and the gossip around

We was going too fast and now we calmin' it down

I just reflect on the past, and how it's gotten to now, god damn

Ay, jit's mom shot at drip that was crazy as shit

Bullet hole still exist in the back of the whip

But he coulda got hit, the thought of it makes me sick

Memory reflects every time we take trips (or toke hits)

And I guess we piss money and flush it

A mixed bucket of synth riffs and percussion, been since Summit

I'm gettin' buckets, 15 that's on the Nuggets

Kill the Heat we in the tundra, fuck it

I'm calm and quiet up 'til dawn and then I'll start a riot

Defy objections, goin' rogue when I'm the pilot, I'm the

I'm the guy to bump your whip and make the tires spin

I'm in the coliseum that they feed you to the lions in

I'm in Dunedin, Clearwater where I'm vibing in

Gliding down Gulf to Bay, I'm driving high as shit

We had some minor slips but now enjoying life again

Thought you popped off, but we stiflin' your hype again

And just to wrap it up we chillin' packing packs and such

In the sunshine state, green on our plate, they ain't taxin' us

My boy a soldier, with them guns we can't be lacking bruh

Young XLerator we gon' push it to the maximum

Ay, jit's mom shot at drip that was crazy as shit

Bullet hole still exist in the back of the whip

But he coulda got hit, the thought of it makes me sick

Memory reflects every time we take trips (or toke hits)

So all I'ma say, is that I love to hit the spliff, whippin' down Gulf to Bay

And if you wanna take a trip, say less and hop in the wraith

We'll fly away like rocket ship, I got a Visa, I'll pay

I got a lot on my plate, I keep on eating

Even if I'm full, I swallow the rage

Addicted to pain, until I spin the block in the rain

It's when I'll truly be at peace, till then I'm walkin' in shame

I did a line of cocaine, to feel OK, it's real, it's great

I'm dealing with demons

I try believing it's fake, I need a reason for change

Sunshine Skyway whippin' 90 where I'll be for the day

Stay in your lane, been savin' time for the way

Give me a piece of your brain and I'll give you mine in exchange

Living to die is a game, I'm tired of the playin'