Float

Float
Float
I hit the beat and then I float
Float
Float
I hit the beat and then I float

Float over the beat
Smoke coating my throat
These bitches have got me tripping
Nobody showed me the ropes
No one told me to speak
Chosen to hold these beats in my hand
Let poetry creep from the coldest of weeks
Folding in two, affected by the hoes and deceit
What happened to rap, man? This sound like coasting to me
Middle finger to the chosen elite, I leak the fire shit
Conscience, ain't no sign of it, iris blind from the finer things
High-rises, crutches in capsules I crush like vitamins
Fussing, fuck it, I'll buy it then
Wrestle with decisions like gripping a damn leviathan
Easy to die trying and I am in,
New cities, affected by my environments
I line 'em up like we eyeing witnesses
Yeah, I know the status quo and all, but I am resisting it
Lost my innocence young, there was no Christ in my christening
Only ice, couple blunts, and a jacuzzi to rip 'em in
Thoughts I gather privately, my studio whisperings
I've been cleaning my soul again, using Lucy and Listerine
Women, still bewitch 'em with the voodoo of missing me
And life's still a peculiar mystery, who could fuck with me
Floatin'

Who could fuck with me floating?
Who could fuck with me floating?
Who could fuck with me floating?
Who could fuck with me floating
Who could fuck with me?

Floatin' shit, I got golden wrists
I write only hits
If you aim at kings, don't you miss, no
You gon' have to riddle me with bullets like a zombie
End up with a little me, I'm not so good with condoms
According to my boy, I'd write more potent in a Honda
Something bout the Benzo got me slowing down the phonics
Maybe it's the silver finish
Flossing just enough to thrill the dentist, I got ill incentives
But my life creating distance from the pen, it's
Hard to sit and write about it, shit is overwhelming
I hold dominion, I don't got millions, but I meant it
When I said I'm courting rap without a lyric co-defendant
Genius annotations over every single sentence
Plate of fresh ceviche, and the vino come from Venice
Plus a pre-roll from the doctor got me lit for Armageddon
These are a few, of my favorite things, I like to float