Untitled 3 - Alex Wiley

cough

At first I was fake coughing so you knew I was smoking

Now I’m real coughing

cough

Alright check it

Getting to the cash though

Never been too bashful

Spit it like I’m sipping Tobasco out the flask though

Stay fresher than a tadpole

So tell me what you mad for

Never been an asshole

Okay I lied

Whipping, whipping, whipping in the fast lane

Nothing’s meant to last mane

Team on my back like it’s my last name

Burden me, hurting me

I am hurdling the past mane

(?) Sturdily

I ain’t worried about the wrath mane

Never been fazed

I’m astounded at the foot of this mountain

Ready to climb, say my grace

Took a seat at the table

Ready to dine

Ready to find

I bit off too much, overwhelming mouthfuls

Meditate in front of fountains when in need of council

Wonder what I’ll amount to

They think they fucking with me

Highly doubtful

Wonder what Wiley 'bout to

Do to these guys

I don’t do the disguises

I will out you

I am the son, you are new to the skies

But I will melt you

Matter of fact let me help you

Matter of fact I don’t need to

I would only mislead you

Matter of fact take this needle

Matter of fact free your mind and speak your truth and free your people

I just hope they believe you

I just hope they believe you