Besedilo
Yea, sittin' on the sky rise thinking how the time flies
How the tables always turning, keep my paper slowly burning
Made a killing and an earning
Keep on yearning for the dollar dollar bill, bitches holla still
Gotta spill it on a page, fuck the wisdom locked in cages
Free the real ones, give em wages now they right back on their feet
I play in December that's why I nibble on the sleet
I'm blazing an ember like when the cymbals hit the beat
You running track I make the meet, now it's time to meet your maker
Rollin' shakers for the 4-5-6, I'm way out of your league, maybe 4-5 Klicks
45's is getting loaded with the .ACP, how I'm storming through the game call it an ATV
Pressure busting pipes that's why you can't be me
Pressure busting pipes that's why you can't be me
Pressure busting pipes that's why you can't be me
Money moving mission, honeys choose position
Bunny, brews, and fishing, expedition to the church
Follow the hearse, hollows know they worth
Watch the barrels do the work
Fresh apparrel fading off of one, because I'm Dirk in the clutch
Spark the dutch, I keep the sack in the hutch
Leaped the back of the bus, I'm front row maybe side of the court
Don't know, I'm the flyest of course
Scary game I been living, because we die in this sport
I'm back at it like crack addicts
You find me in the attic causing static
Semi-automatic gat to blow your skull
In a lull I'm reloaded, if you dull you get exploded
The game is coded I broke it to a science
Computers working tryna feed alliance
Rap defiant, I'm the giant at the end of the tunnel you gon' face
Game in a funnel, you only end up one place
Go at your own pace, I'm tying on my lace
Strap it up, the batter prolly swinging out the box
Know the labels guide the locks, spinning circles off the top
From commercials to the props I'm controversial in a stretch
I eat what I got, and whatever's coming next
Little boy go on and flex, I hope that's all you gotta show
I'm going toe-to-toe in broad day, I'd give a fuck 'bout what a broad say
These dark-minded illusions while I'm cruising in this wraith got me losing faith
Watch the losers race to the finish
I'm finished 'bout talking nothing but the business
Leave no witness, not even a fucking trace I was there
Why these people care so much? They've been saying I'm going there too much
I'm skipping breakfast and brunch, only eating off my plate
Maybe yours if you let me, but never tempt me the demon is coming out
In a drought give 'em nothing but a doubt of hope
Got 'em in the scope, this that Chronic-Interscope flow
Caught 'em with the Go-Pro lacking
My pistol-packing posse always got me, never top me
Watch you try, giving E's for the effort so what a time to be alive
Giving E's for the effort so what a time to be alive
When the spring-time come
I'll be chilling watching boxing, call that ring-side fun
Got a big-time hunch about the future, the stitches for the suture
The riches for the shooters
I'm grabbing the Ruger for the bitches on the computers talking shit
You gettin' hit with the wordplay
I'd say I'm humble but don't tell me what the world say
Leave you dismembered like in the worst way
Walking up the block like it's an ordinary Thursday
Kevin Tirelli II
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