Pizza & Porn '20 (feat. Jachin Kedar)

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Pizza and porn
Pizza and porn
Either it's Bon Appetit
Or bone a petite on the lawn
If you ordering beef
It's best if you meet with sirloin
I hear you popping that smoke
But you just don't bang like Bashar
Niggas talk like they Invincible
They clearly out they Element
I draw ya card to show the yard
You posing like a mannequin
I know I got enemies and friends on my line
But I know all of that can rearrange if given the time
I pray I see 25
Alhamdulillah
It's like a bounty's on my head
For rather dead than alive
It's getting hard to survive
Can't even dream about thrive
But I done peeped the scene
Niggas cutthroat to get ahead
Just like a guillotine
I tend to see your tendencies lie inside parentheses
That really means I see you're not who you pretend to be
A withered heart's what I was guardin'
So I planted seeds
A million scars' what I was guardin'
So I planted seeds
Cuz if you look like me
A man will only see his value when he dead in the street
And you wonder why my people often say F*ck The Police
Look this is alchemy this isn't just a rhyme on a beat
I ain't talking bout no Rona when i tell you that I'm sick as hell
Racist fucks, I'm Sick as hell
****** *****, I'm Sick as hell
Mass Incarceration, so my niggas never seeing bail
F*ck 12 and 13th
Scream it till it doesn't count
Through all the pain I reign
Dushane at the Top Boy
All them claims you sang you feign
You ain't a Top Boy
Could snatch your chain and aim this thang
At your top, boy
This ain't a game
Can't tame this range with the shot boy
Through all the pain I reign
Dushane at the Top Boy
This ain't a game
Can't tame this range with the shot
Boy

Back in the city
I'm back and forth like a argument
I quit my fucking job
So my mama think I'm subordinate
And we go back and forth
Like it's Wimbledon
Bout The Simplest
But shit, I'm getting tired
I'm feeling like I'm the Michelin
My friends getting jobs
And they moving they shit to Michigan
Or Texas and I text em
And tell them niggas
I miss em, man
They be showing love
It keep me going like insulin
But what I really need is motivation and discipline
I look up at the stars
And know this shit achievable
I rarely share my dreams
Some niggas just ain't believers, Bro
I rarely spread the cream
Some niggas really be leeches though
But shit, I learned my lesson
The next one'll prolly feature

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