BUDAPEST ITSZO (Ft. Cathcart)

[Verse 1: ITSZO]
Listen, check check
And I’m not driving miss daisy ’til she pay me
Must be crazy, doing eighty down the freeway
Highway 1 so hazy
Play me through your stereo
Merry-go-round and round
Pockets full of posies
Pockets full of posers tear me down
Lightly tappin off ashes on the ground
Still unannounced, fifty pound down
Five foot assassin, skin color brown
Feel the might, making sounds at night
I’m sketched out, drunk
I see stretched out punks like roadkill skunks
My flow still pay no bills and buy no dunks
Make no deals so I hold no tongues
First check my fit, fresh
Then roll out like blunts
I played ball and only got my lights knocked out once
I’m lucky I guess
Keep my thoughts close to the vest
Mе and girl in a grand hotel like Budapest
Shе know me best, on a beach sipping champagne
And taking hits to clear the stress
Put your new shit on, I’m impressed
This weed infect me with feckless moods
Don’t test me
Zoom out, I need a birds eye view
I took flight the roots me never do what they do
And that message hit my soul like the bottom my shoe
So I shook off dust
Make sure the gram just get a peek of us
Turning up til the sun come up, or the speakers bust
ITSZO with the impeccable flow
And my prophecy was written in stone
Y’all know