CP3 - Noza, Sey

I’m over it

Heart get colder when

Niggas act bitch

Now niggas want snitch

Now niggas want switch

Like the shit ain’t happen

Let me stick to rappin', I was getting outta character

240 characters, they call it copy pasta

I’m really from the yard

I can come with plenty rastas

I’m from Chicago, Fort Knox

I was really at Doc’s

When you was talkin 'bout dox

Connect the dots, muhfucka

Shit is lame

Really Think It’s a Game?

You our rich homie, Quan?

Or did you make the rich homie pawn?

Better than a rook fronting like a king

Who never did a thing

You was really outside

They love the song that you sing

But it was ghostwritten

Bars bitten

Lookin out the window at th life you smitten

With

Getting confidnce behind screen

Only time you had juice, when you screamed, 'Hi, Sey'

As I walk by on my journey in life

Never doin' things twice

I’m only doin' what’s right

I gotta write

Back to scrobblin'

I’m LS Free

Shoutout Niko, shoutout Paul

«I got feet, I got feet»

Biden dragging feet when we need more relief

Texas in a freeze, people still feelin' grief

Asians getting beat while we still get the knee

And whole time there’s a new strain of Covid-19

Movies get released directly to my tv

The Pandemic ain’t over this is Care Pack 3