Arbor Lake

And it was just the start of my day I rolled up some purp that was dark as a grape
On my Concorde tip, then I sparked up a J
& right when I went to put my art on this page
I got a call from my homie and he started to say
"What's good T, Man I know you got my back"
You know that, until my heart line goes flat, tell me what's the haps
"A muthaf**ka ran up on me talking straight smack"
Damn, where you at?
Burien steerin', and do you hear him in the back?
What's he driving?
"A Malibu, it's all black "
Damn, man, do you think he got a strap
"Bro, it's 2016, everybody got a muthaf**kin' gat"
Damn, start hauling towards the trap
"Okay, he's following me, bro, just call me back"
"Ayo, Frost, what up"
Ay, bro, you remember told me call you if I'm ever caught up
"He's like, who's f**king with you T? I never heard you have your guard up
Said this guy, right up on my boy talking hard stuff
"Hard stuff?! You got me hyped like I just hit a crack pipe at Starbucks!
Tell him that your boy is my boy and we brothers till we start dusts
Just have him pull up at Arbor Lake and I'ma light his whole car up"
Bro, no one has to die today
"No, bro, if he's f**king with you or your crew, it's not okay
You can never move enough grass to lose the snakes
So know I'm strapped at your back for every move you make
You better go and watch every single risk you take
You might come up on the gates and even God could flake"
Bro, man
"No, man, tell him to pull up at Arbor Lake, I'm on my way there"
That's why they call it the trap
You think you're looking forward but you're back
Like a two-way mirror when you're running with the pack
See everybody looking at you stack
Till you stack too tall that eventually you fall
But you gotta learn to bounce, man that's what it takes if you really wanna ball
"Yo, Frost, man, he's following me, bro, where you at "
Yo, who's frosty and who's a flake
Who's sleeping and who's awake
You snooze, you lose, you lay away and choose to lose your faith in human race
Look at the consuming pace, I'm booming bass
I'm hooping, stupid, who could do this s**t
It's you that choose your fate, and who's a saint that's lucid pink as lucrative
Hallucinate and I illuminate, I don't assume, create
I communicate with art the start dates today
Tomorrow's borrowed and today is the only way
And half of these rappers don't understand what I'm saying
So who's frosty and who's a flake?
Who's sleeping and who's awake?
You snooze, you lose, you lay away and choose to lose your faith in human race
Let's me tell you now
Who's frosty and who's a flake?
Who's sleeping and who's awake?
Who's a sheep and who's a snake
Cause I've been moving, shaking, cruising, pacing, smooth and patient
Got a call from my dudes, said some fools are chasing
Now I'm driving in the whip, the shooter's waiting
Feel like I'm on a cruise with Satan
I was just trying to get the music makin'
It's crazy, and it was just the start of my day
I rolled up some purp that was dark as a grape
On my Concord tip, then I sparked up a J
And right when I went to put my art on this page
I got a call, ring, ring, then he started to say
Bro, thank God that they turned away
But finally it went and just dispersed my rage
We almost had to go and just burn some sage cause somebody almost died down at Arbor Lake