Zero-B1 - Radio (prod. umra x wonderson) Lyrics

I gotta test this theory out
To see if y'all can hear me now
Cus I can't shade my light if all I'm fighting is just merely doubt
A bout to face my fears with hooks I practiced in a jeering crowd
So spare me if I let a punchline fly and land too clearly stay from near me

If my spirit says it's time I can't block divine interference
Feeling peerless in my search for a match outside this mirror
Ain't a tear, for I be in cement with goats in goony gear
My rearview cracked I can't look back at objects closer than appearance

I was near to callin quits on this til brody hit my ear
And now my wrist is flickin streams but that's a different kind of steer
Curry magic way I'm cooking get em fried like some paneer
Substitutin beef cus I don't teach but five days in a year

My clearance section lookin like a niggas best day with the lyrics
Higher spirits who I dwell with what I look like sippin beer
Only tapped into the grapevine can't let rot into my ear
You better come correct cause violence ain't apart of why I'm here

Don't intefere with shit you can't comprehend
Lending hands are hard to find and pump faking leave you gone with the wind
Turned to fiction flipped the page and wrote out of the script
A vague ending how we left it don't get caught with a stiff
My clique'll slide on what I point to, it's not often they miss
Don't be suprised my aim is stable when I'm farming a clip
You'll thank me later your unharmed and convinced
Just thank me later I'm unarmed in your midst