OCD RIDDIM (Part 2) E

Guide me over The rough roads and hills Yo, got this gun On my right, lose your life on my left Wrist. I made the hood more safe than the Feds did. I don't do verbal, get dingers in Circles. She in love with the ambient lighting, She want it purple. I'm a G on these Back roads, keys, no piano. And my T house got more drawers than a Lambo. Flashbacks to the frontline passalu. I used to cunny food, fuck a man's chick If I wanted to. Spent racks on burners, War costs, carrying a morgue wop. You know I'd rather die before fall off. They ain't cut from the cloth that we cut From. Lock off the function, keep the burner on Me, Steph London. Ba-ba-bagging so much budge, Got my hands numbing. Never had no choice, we never had nothing. Selling pies, got a nigga living nice. But I can't forget to call me for rice Guide me over the rough and hills OCD, used To iron my money, show a fold I've neat. I, block operator, had a phone on me. I, expensive kettle and I don't drink tea. Fuck you mean? I used to be on the Block with your girl on my wock. Had a.9 in my sock, screaming, "Fuck all My opps" Used to be on the block, had To run from the law. Tell my kitty, "Don't Stop" Stink in the trunk when me dash in traffic. Fucking with the boy, you'll get duppy duppy. Used to eat corn beef with the basmati. Now it's calamari, pretty gyalie off the party. In school me only like mathematics. Man make the mula do acrobatics. They wan murder me, like my name Godabi. Pussyboy, essuck your mommy I Came through the window, I got my back against The wall. I gave them the passage, I'm a Disciple of the Lord. I went from rapping crack to rapping rappers and Fools. Fast-forward the hands of time, guess the Rollie ain't the jewel. I outgrew all my pendants, Talking 'bout a diamond, I'm the reference. It's silver, gold, and platinum, my sentences. One in the heady, I'm relentless. Whizzing past the Thames, so I'm guessing time is Of the essence. They always make comparisons, Percentage, and averages. You'll never see Usain run the length of a Marathon. Everyone can rap, that's until you unravel 'em. I was here BC, that's before you had Catalog. I got OCD, grabbing hold of the baton. I even ran full steam, now my kettle's got Damages Ayo, Reggie, don't duckie them Tigs, That's just what I'm battling. Some expensive pain, scrape the rims on the wagon, Shit. On fire