The Blues by Heit (RSA) Lyrics

[Hook]

Ain't no other other way to put it dawg I'm mad nice...
Ain't no other other way to put it dawg I'm mad nice...
Ain't no other other way to put it dawg I'm mad nice...
Get your facts rights, we ain't chasing life like

[Verse 1]

I been spitting shit on edge dawg, I blow your whole system
Bro listen, pick a beat apart but verses holistic
You think I like this indie stuff, but while I'm so different
I'da dealt with demons too, without that sign your soul business
Not on par, we keep these pigs away from those that know Allah
We not gon' starve, all my boys have got to eat so keep their plates with all that starch
Man even desperate times can't call that far
Since 360 deals done made my solid circles fall apart
Ain't no other way to put it dawg, I'm mad nice
So raps like, Adele in skinny jeans. I'm that tight
I, keep my lamplight on writing at midnight
In Levi's I bet y'all don't know what what it it feels like
Needed pots for the piss and this is it
But sometimes I'm nauseous as shit I will admit
And being hella sick makes it easy for all my spits
It's a solution, if water and oil finally mixed
So....
[Hook]

Ain't no other other way to put it dawg I'm mad nice...
Ain't no other other way to put it dawg I'm mad nice...
Ain't no other other way to put it dawg I'm mad nice...
So get your facts rights, we ain't chasing life like