Artist : EVIDENCE
Album : Cats & Dogs
[Verse 1]
If itâs one thing Iâve learned that Iâve written down on paper
Itâs never leave some weed on the table with a stranger
Shit, I can barely even trust my friends
Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends
I mean really why even should I try and test it socially
Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them
Entertain the story while itâs testing on my patience
Why the f*ck you think I spent this money on surveillance
While Iâm on the other side of Earth without assistance
Pitchinâ in the night singinâ "Evy goes the distance"
At home the same shit is goinâ on, I donât miss it
Itâs a nice place to live, but I wouldnât wanna visit
Never steppinâ out the car or on the stage without a purpose
Ghost-ride the whip like Iâm ghost writing verses
Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses
Director of these photos so the aim remains focused
Hold still right there, hold still
[Verse 2]
I ainât holier than now or tryna even act superior
Half the shit I rap about Iâm speaking from experience
Iâm livinâ at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes
People get deceived, seeinâ gangsters dressed in surf clothes
From earth where they birthinâ those flows to set the world off
On a wet park bench drinkinâ OJ and Smirnoff
I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it
Never tell it how it wasnât, I only pin that harder
I been tourinâ constantly, so thereâs wear and tear value
That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel
Document this madness till the day I come unraveled
And retreat to the Matterhorn, baskinâ in the castle
On some Dennis Leary Asshole, f*ck you pay me shit
Iâve come too far to get jacked and and give away the vics
So right about now I think itâs âbout that time
That Iâma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme
What the f*ck
[Verse 3]
I ainât speakinâ on my businesses in public when concerning deals
Steppinâ on stage like itâs light-bulbs or turning wheels
In spite a couple nights of a thousand that I didnât kill
I still kept it peelinâ out and steppinâ up for Reverend Real
Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up
The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with
Nothinâ is original
Even under cloudy days sun is still shining
Just rerouted and out of phase
Lately when I walk Iâve been trying to hold my posture straight
Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way
California love from Diego to across the bay
All across the map to every single solitary state
All across the baggage claim, all across the gate
Some callinâ it freight how Iâm carrying weight
Some callinâ it fate while some others remain torn
Some callinâ it rain cause thatâs when I brainstorm
Album : Cats & Dogs
[Verse 1]
If itâs one thing Iâve learned that Iâve written down on paper
Itâs never leave some weed on the table with a stranger
Shit, I can barely even trust my friends
Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends
I mean really why even should I try and test it socially
Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them
Entertain the story while itâs testing on my patience
Why the f*ck you think I spent this money on surveillance
While Iâm on the other side of Earth without assistance
Pitchinâ in the night singinâ "Evy goes the distance"
At home the same shit is goinâ on, I donât miss it
Itâs a nice place to live, but I wouldnât wanna visit
Never steppinâ out the car or on the stage without a purpose
Ghost-ride the whip like Iâm ghost writing verses
Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses
Director of these photos so the aim remains focused
Hold still right there, hold still
[Verse 2]
I ainât holier than now or tryna even act superior
Half the shit I rap about Iâm speaking from experience
Iâm livinâ at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes
People get deceived, seeinâ gangsters dressed in surf clothes
From earth where they birthinâ those flows to set the world off
On a wet park bench drinkinâ OJ and Smirnoff
I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it
Never tell it how it wasnât, I only pin that harder
I been tourinâ constantly, so thereâs wear and tear value
That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel
Document this madness till the day I come unraveled
And retreat to the Matterhorn, baskinâ in the castle
On some Dennis Leary Asshole, f*ck you pay me shit
Iâve come too far to get jacked and and give away the vics
So right about now I think itâs âbout that time
That Iâma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme
What the f*ck
[Verse 3]
I ainât speakinâ on my businesses in public when concerning deals
Steppinâ on stage like itâs light-bulbs or turning wheels
In spite a couple nights of a thousand that I didnât kill
I still kept it peelinâ out and steppinâ up for Reverend Real
Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up
The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with
Nothinâ is original
Even under cloudy days sun is still shining
Just rerouted and out of phase
Lately when I walk Iâve been trying to hold my posture straight
Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way
California love from Diego to across the bay
All across the map to every single solitary state
All across the baggage claim, all across the gate
Some callinâ it freight how Iâm carrying weight
Some callinâ it fate while some others remain torn
Some callinâ it rain cause thatâs when I brainstorm
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