CARNE ASADA

Follow 0 fans

Jack Dice

2:08

1 View

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Now look me dead in the eyes and tell me just what you see
Ghost in the shell, well you bitches ain't even half of me
Spittin soliloquy, lyrically, this ability
God-given, ambition, exhibited to the third degree
Under the stars, I hope I crash as I drive
Well tonight I'll be there at nine, I leave at ten until five
While my brothers been bumping Hive, I'll hit you when I arrive
Shit it was never bout he fame, cause I've been taking my time
But my dimes, they been divine I'm stacking up with infinity
Affinity after art, but I know that shit is the end of me
I'll handle it, dinner candlelit I pray for myself
Seventh symphony of the Gods', you'll never send me to hell
Tell again I know the flowers they were never enough
Give a f*ck about old shit, man I've been down on my luck
Put my trust into a soul I know will never come back
But see my day has been bien, I'll turn you into a plaque
I know it's tough but never knew any better
Writing letters, I let her go but I'm afraid I'll forget her
Little arrogant like McGregor, bitch I'm Solid Snake
Spitting these syllables, in my sweater, save the game like I'm Lehner
But I'd never conform or settle, put you in your place
Know who the baddest banging barrettas, hit you in your face
Classic and classified subwoof, I'm the kick and the bass
But baby by twenty-six be prepared, I'll ready I don't chase
Well you know, all that already, while I aim keep it steady
Making fetti, shout out to Freddie, girl I know that I'm petty
Like the Alchemist and Andretti, sipping on Martinelli
As I bury all my emotions, popping bottles like cherries, I'm ready
Well I can put on a clinic like I'm Canelo, be rapping till I'm Abuelo
I'm sculpting like Donatello, these verses'll leave them cursing
I'm putting killas in hearses, and booking them for the service,
Ain't laying them near the churches, nah

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer