Reading Road - Terrell

They say leave the bank, I take the safe with me

I’m a fucking virus, it ain’t safe to get me

Rolling bobby, still hitting Whitney

All my niggas still getting with me

I’m gone

Stop and drop and roll

Make a nigga pay a toll if he entering my zone

I’m home

ET my nigga

I’ll feed my niggas or we all starve

I’m the biggest dog, i do more than bark

Feeling brave, come meet the sharks

They’ll eat ya heart like a AllSpark

You alright, but we all dark

No West Coast, see the Xzibit

You want a taste, come and get with it

She give me brain like I’m dimwitted

But really am I dimwitted

Hieroglyphics in my brain, think I’m going insane

Ain’t the same when I rain on these hoes

Got a bottle of rose

Well let me make a toast, other niggas ain’t close

Let me boast on the track

Swear they ain’t coming back

Man I hate this flow, but I do it so well

As you can tell, I’m a fucking beast

No really I’m a fucking beast

I’m the man forever

They wanna take me outta style and I’m like man whatever

I know in time these haters gonna have to stand the weather

But I’m just me, I say it true like it has been a pleasure

You had a, feeling of feeling inferior

Cause ain’t nobody feeling ya

Till ya girlfriend started defending ya

Man it’s, fucking crazy how they treating me now

They eating me out

Like I’m a bitch

Pause…

Think I’m finna quit

I, wish they understood the way that I feel

Ain’t kenen and kel

Ain’t all that

Wait a minute, let me fall back

Back into the comfort zone

Been awhile since I been gone

Feeling safe when I’m at home

I like it when my mind is blown

Puff the vape cause I hate dealing with ashes

They say do you still rap, and I’m like why are you asking

This shit is a passion

As real as you laughing

Man when will this happen

I’m flashing back through memories to see if it’s worth saving these

Hip hop has started going criss cross

When you got a Rick Ross always yelling out boss

But I ain’t hating though

I’m somewhere waiting though

If they don’t give me a chance, I swear that imma take it hoe

Gotta fall back again

I’m getting too tense

Reading Road, made Paris Morton for that Lexi chick

Then made a sequel so you know I had to mention it

And if I get to fame, a nigga know I hope I get it quick

Getting rich was never part of the dream

I just wanted big stages like the artist I’d seen

U S H E R

Don’t know he sparked up a teen

To turn to music so one day he’d be the one on the screen

So far it seems, I gotta be a white girl to pop on the scene

It makes me fucking scream inside

I mean, what more do I need

I need a big black box

Just to gather my thoughts

So I can trap those mother fuckers and just plot out my takeover

Need a makeover

My bars could even shake HOVA

I told ya that

Change the H to J cause everybody knows a Joe that raps

But those guys are average

I’m feeling savage

I’m picking up a new habit

Think I’m becoming an addict

Just a product of my past

But cannot see the future so whenever time has passed

I’ll be real enlightened to meet ya

Speaking to my present self

Feeling like a Roosevelt

Place my soul on an empty shelf

Got a feeling this is third eye shit

In my mind I shit

You not

I’m telling you

There’s always been a problem

But I been there to solve em

The hieroglyphics in my third eye shit