Lyrics:
Say a prayer for the cityscape skins
Half are getting sprung and half are going back in
Ain't no getting through to Gideon
He, he lost his mind
and off the molly tab
I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trench coat stupid
The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
My lips are sealed like
and off the molly tab
I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trench coat stupid
The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
My lips are sealed like
a deadly riff
There ain't no doorway to Satan's mind
He takes your soul and leaves your shell behind
V E N O M
V E N O M
V E N O M
V E N O M
Jeff Mantas
don't need no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster
Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock
I sport more techniques
"please sun come shine"
But all we see is dark days, ain't no sun rays
Only gun plays, in my hood
In my hood (what you see is tragedy)
In my hood (the
know
But I was like yo, can't we spare the ones that are worth it?
She was like NO, I need the comparisons
I think she could tell by the way I responded
with a Walkman
Everything would be fine
I could spend time smiling
Instead of pulling a sad clown around this island
I've got no suggestions
Well,
acting classes
If you really wanna hustle you can bag a degree
And I know it ain't you and there's no other me in this world
Tell a fake bitch I said
In your demise
I'll put you at risk don't try and die
Top class gang harvard alumni
Over here the dumb cry come by
I tell you good bye no lie
But you
taught myself how to hustle
Ima get bread off the muscle,
Stuff all the bands in a duffle
No Cupid I bet you gone shuffle,
I’m in the hood like some
nigga,
22 on my own,
Hunnid Bands by my lonely,
No Deal they don’t own me,
Keep it real like my OG
[HOOK 2X]:
Back in Town wit a Bag of Loud
Put
really happened to me,
You grab the blankets, pull it over me tight,
cfter we walk with Modelo's under the moonlight,
No matter how far we go,
I aint going
niggas aint paying no homage
We doing the damage
We killing regardless
They can't understand it
My bitch is a savage
She rollin my cabbage
This shit is
niggas aint paying no homage
We doing the damage
We killing regardless
They can't understand it
My bitch is a savage
She rollin my cabbage
This shit is
I'd like a friend
If she come with some benefits
Fuck all that opp shit
I got no nemesis
Know me by name
I don't know who your friends is
Laughing
In the city of big dream and bright lights
What you see is what you
Get so motherfucker look twice
Hard times, just tryna get by
I remember a night
I'm rollin' in the car, it may be shaky, never spill it, though
Cause when I rhyme, I feel possessed by El Espirito
Encounters of a Third Kind, X-Rays
Thrown off by decoys who
Dropped the maricon off
My Soviet niggas is ready for the Cold War
Machete you to confetti
And blow your brain to cole slaw
A roll
dancing
I just learn ho-how finnesse shit
All the time the smile on face, 'cause I know how shit is ends
But I still got chased by this money, by this bands
Hey, man, I don't feel like goin' to school no more
Me neither, they can't make you go, no you daddy, oh yeah
I ain't goin' to school, it starts too
laws changing
We still will pull the metal out
Fuck it we banging
That is what the set's about
Forgetting how the ghetto crowd and ain't no
Way to get up
much we ain't leaving no tips nah nah ooh
Box of rubber bands in the back seat, no
Wanna see the leather come off like snake skin
cnd I'm tryna get all
of the paper and let the whole world swallow
Today can be tomorrow, ain't no telling when I'm leaving
I'm a rock this microphone even when I'm barely
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