Pastures

The fit filthy
I spit wealthy
And get healthy
Droppin numbers since a younging
Fumble keys my trunk rumbling
Young punk I'm jumping shit
I'm leading youth like the fronts of ships
A figurehead
Venomous tongue
And I spit em dead
A single breathe and I'm spinning heads
If I made a hook I'd be reeling necks
The text to speech multitasker
Multifaceted
The sultry adjectives
Seeing green like a head of cabbage is
Sheesh
The breeze between the knees flow
I seek chateaus
I'm 12 feet on the plateau
Ya'll having difficulty
Getting the fuck out my shadow
To get to my spot is an uphill battle
This underdog'll knock you off your saddle

I turn tides
The words wise
I never was
Cattle minded
I masterminded shit
The pasture primed to fit
Branded promises
I can't stand your promises
It's time for dominance