Tapestry MIKE

[Intro]
Mm, mm

[Verse]
Don’t want the Raf, want a mask and the black hoodie
It's not an act, you know I'm back with a sad boogie
You do the math
My brother Naavin get the racks to me
I know it's baggage but the problems in the past push me
Dread and blasphemy
Sittin' relaxed in my apartment where these raps put me
You know the mack, he still be ballin' on his last cookie
They still his mans, that mean somebody in his pack pu– *Bleep*
I feel the land will make me heartless and them stabs gushy
We the gas bullies
We in the crib making classics
Why the stash bushy
Gettin' mad kushy
It be hard to make a living in catastrophe
A bit of atrophy
At our darkest shit be hidden in the fallacies
Isn't what it's actually
It's always sparks but that just isn't where my passion be
Drifts of agony
They say I learned to talk my shit too casually
I rather trip, I can't exist too passively
This big tapestry