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I was born for this, can't let 'em forget I'm from the era of the disk and cassettes I can do grime, pop, and trap, I'm a vet 'Cause I don't really care, so please don't be upset Ring the bells for the kingpin, ding-ding Spitting bullets all you hear is zing-zing, ping-ping Sonar got an echo when I sing things, ring-ring Now I got her twerking on a sling string, wink-wink Bouncing like a spring-spring, clink-clink I'm in love with the beat, not a fling thing swing wings Metaphor for flying, ever so I'm applying My forces, I'm supplying, everyone with what I bring-bring, yeah Got it popping like popcorn If they got a million bangers, I got more Drop four in a week, watch everybody drop jaw Hot core, so I kill it for everyone's encore On tour, grip the microphone until my hands sore Dropped out of college, I never made sophomore I got connections, so if anybody test me I don't care if we're connected, buddy, I'mma cut chords My name's Porch, yeah, I bring forces I spit raw shit, I can't forfeit Important, no exhaustion No endorsements, no extortion Still get this shit lit like torches Might catch me with a bitch that's gorgeous Thousand horses to the fortress Where the sauce is Вайб, три икса, hoe Возобновляется сага Бас хуярит из саба Тебя позабывают и за год Зиг-зиг-загом лихо петляет слалом Это реконкиста хип-хапа Ты скопировал стиль по лекалам Экий неказистый ты кадр Дам им слов, много слов Новых слов, странных слов Я мастодонт, острослов Грайм-основ: Charlie Sloth Сладких снов, я здесь богослов За кэш баснословный Нет таких в словаре, ни кроссфордах, и этаких слов Чтоб допёрло до этих ослов Я не зря сижу взаперти Пытаюсь вечно чё-то решить Лишь усложняя сам себе жиснь Голос шепчет: Просто пиши, будь здесь Тут, а не там, тут, а не там, там Тут, а не там, тут, а не-та-не там, будь тут И я снова бегу по битам Но не покидая дома в глуши, fertig I had to drop a little something, let me show them Never ready for the flowing that I throw them See what I'm showing, I'm glowing like I'm a Vulken I kill it hard like I bring a fucking rope in Check this, mic check Hold up, I'm next I am your highness No clocks, timeless Sick like I block up your sinus What I do, can't buy that — priceless What I do, can't buy that — priceless What I do, can't buy that — priceless They're watching my life with a bag of opinions Which one of them are gonna pay my bills Then them immature brats get wisdom So into the drama, иone with Palava Тever stop spreading that fiction Calm down, love, I don't give a fuck I will make them resign like Nixon So into the drama, иone with Palava Тever stop spreading that fiction Calm down, love, I don't give a fuck I will make them resign like Nixon Force to be reckoned with You can't ignore I was born to be hella sick Taught to be better quick, all I wanna do is be a legend For the credit that I earned from these feathered shifts Aced the game I could never quit Paid my dues, didn't cheat, and I never skipped I lived in a council estate growing up So I'm proud that I'm no longer derelict Whole life I will grow with my relatives Bring more hype on the show, whole life on the road I guess being cold is imperative Touch mic and freeze all the negative You could never see another copy of a beast like me But I see too many wanna spit like P My flow flows like seas overseas, they still oversee You wanna talk grime? I ain't never been an outline I come through like I never wanna resign You better move, boy, you better pass me the mic I'm in the booth, and I'm letting the bullets fly Fly like Pegasus, write these light testaments Rhymes like genesis, sick I'm like tetanus Living off adrenaline Everybody knows: I be putting on a show when I walk up in the premise
Writer(s): Dario Viera, мирон федоров, м в маркулис, идан залмансон Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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