False Info / Kafé Savor Savage

[False Info - Ohbliv - Verse 1]:
Empty caprisun pouches in my living room
Foreign passed out lovelies up in my blue room
Swamz, ennkay, q, and kang
Unconscious on the floor
Myself waking up in a daze
Walking out the backdoor
Seems i forgot my brain in the kitchen drawer
Surrounded by the sharp silverware
The reason toward why the lyrics penetrate freely
With no care
My one and only walks out to the back clothed in her underwear
With the spliff lit
Trading off feelings so atmospheric
Bless her with a kiss to lips
Savage savors the marijuana taste
Then dips
To roam the streets in peace
Eyes glued on me by caucasian residents
The bank seems very delicate after i started making dead presidents
Professing in the business of destroying rap careers
For the hell of it
Who the motherfucking best when i'm ya city
Savvy baby
Most definite
Lost interest when you found out i was the one to impress and shit
Dynstvy
Ain't no defining we
We grime with grimy
Didn't swami tell you that tribes vibrant and the vibes lively
Finding yourself lost in the harmony
And all i got is love
Sending out blessings
As above
And so below
Placing bodies in the catacombs
Stuck to your soul like gum at the bottom of your sole
We been on the throne of the veg
Just in case you niggas didn't know
Yo