Lyrics

Ayo, picture painter that live in danger malicious neighbors Visions tainted, visualize the villains faces They deal with anger, aggressively heart rhythm changing You talking tough, but German Rugers Speak a different language I point you out, I promise I won't have to lift a finger Im in the lab just imagine Jigsaw's living chambers Take some listens to get the layers, what I pen on paper Im from the mold where its consequnces if you late with bread Punch a nigga, watch him wobble wobble and stanky leg Wish me luck when im stomping I hope i break a leg Or Scott Hall with the brawl, hit with the razors edge I'm sick as the thoughts While you running that run thru Jason's head Well connected pull a couple strings like the Grateful Dead Take the pledge to remain ill like I didn't take my meds Higher learning knowing Its a lot of Remy's that dont shave they head Yall social media tough, my cloth is a different thread Thats a fact nigga We create the waves Make sure we don't sound like nothing A bunch of clones in a cipher tryna have a discussion And im disgusted You niggas trash where's the garbage can? How dare you say these niggas is nice man You should jump in the trash can with all yall fans nigga Niggas ducking smoke like the house is on fire Fresh kicks in your face like Ronda Rousey on the flyer Im from the mud you niggas come from bubble baths No troubled past, I was with crack dealers Cutting class hustling bags I'm in the jungle like David Attenborough That's why my raps is thorough With a bitch with ass and curves and classic curl Ya chicks a freak like Stifler's mom, young Bishop Don Itchy palms like when the Cavalier's picked Lebron A sure bet, tours next, store reps Look forward to what I record next Think like Nike its just more checks From doorsteps seen street war vets in gore-tex Smiling as bullets tore flesh I was torn but was born to be this narrator Humbled and grounded I never air favors Air Penny's in rare flavors Once in a lifetime greatness how could you dare hate us Unbelievable we international you regional You niggas trash where's the garbage can? How dare you say these niggas is nice man You should jump in the trash can with all yall fans nigga You should be endorsed by glad bags nigga Get the fuck out my face
Writer(s): Tylando Farris, Sebastien Vuignier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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