(Lomo)

Sittin' back, chillin', as I fuckin' spit
Mixin' tracks, thrillin', that's my stunnin' gift
Spittin' fast, drillin' raps, rhymes comin' quick
Gettin' stacks, buildin' as time's runnin' bitch
I'm easin' brains with each each insane rhyme my playful
Mind writes, dreams and pain make lines fatal
I grind and don't need a cane, cause I'm able
To reach the game and keep the same design, change'll

Make me slow, just know, I don't go slower
Than planes, I grow until no man's over
I won't blow nothin', unless it's my composure
Or minds, I show emotion like a loner
I'm just a stoner who lives puffin' weed at night
Never sober, I want this dream and write
'til my motor dies and stops bustin' heat in mics
But I'm solar powered, nothin' beats my fight

I'm the one in the chamber, just waitin to be shot
These haters ain't tamers, I'm breakin through these locks
Gettin' greater, as they hatin', do we stop?
We rap 'til we major, makin tunes, each hot
Enough to melt the dirt, rhymes get dealt to hurt
Wit no help i work by myself, each verse
Attacks and jeers, then blasts off, fast, it clears
The atmosphere, so as you hear, you at-mos-fear

Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin'
Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin'
Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin'
Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin'


(Hustle)

Elevated to a higher elevation
Law less with sanctions
Withdrawal less, l'm banking
All this I'm thinking
Thoughts will outrank em
Hydroplaning on some high terrain while others claims is sanking
Dreams smaller than planktons, I see why they be planking
They be talkin bs, I hear it stanking
Smeagle rollin regal lord they feeble for the rings
Think as eagles not with egos use the ethos of the kings
They been royally rick rolled, of spoils and rich souls
They stay with intense tolls and they neva gonna give you up
So I'm never giving in I play to win and that's what's up
I fill my cup and drink abrupt I fire up and then erupt
Rupture the scene, frontier the green
I just levitate my averages till they see what I mean cha ching
From all my captions I be cashing out
Still bring the message like Muhammad on my Cassius route
If you ain't notice mane
Lomo N Hustle be the names that be runnin the game
Under the rooftop until we stand atop of the building
We on the rise don't patch the ceiling

Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin'
Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin'
Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin'
Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin'

Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin'
Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin'
Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin'
Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin'


(Lomo)

It's amusin' how I got you in such a soothin
Mood, i'm movin everyday, n never cruisin
I'm provin n improvin n never losin
Abusin mics like Bobby Brown when he was usin
Growin daily, more and more rappers hittin me up
And more hate me, but i'm not givin a fuck
Nothin phase me or make me quit in a tough
Time, they made me and gave me ambition to cut

Those who strain me, lazy ain't me, I'm spittin so much
Nothin tasty lately, my mouth's beginnin to rust
Continue your hustle, and juggle, all of your troubles
Hit this blunt a couple times to make your pain more subtle
I'll just keep goin hard, like i'm always gettin boners
Flowin bars, showin are skill, so you listen over
We tryna be blowin far, we ain't shiftin lower
Not slowin our grind, as we keep inchin closer

Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin'
Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin'
Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin'
Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin'

Still writin' everyday so I can keep thrillin'
Still hoppin' on beats, bustin' raps, then refillin'
Still sittin' back, puffin' weed and chillin'
Hopin' I can get to the top, Lord willin'