Lyrics Whispers - Ancestors

Whispers

Get twisted, I choose the path less taken
Less walked on, forsaken, betcha beat breakin'
Breads we be bakin' but it takes dough though
So songs we kneed so slow no move fakin'
This Bicasso the next level
Penetrated thru the outer crust in a wood shed
Let go of the baggage on my shoulders, now I feel good
My neighborhood switched, I’m in the hills now
But not quite how I planned it,
This nest ain’t my roost I got that hot handed
I’m bout to shake em, I’m bout to shake em,
Collect them dividends
Giv