Lyrics:
a wall
Beat 'em with a lock and sock
COMME des gar', socks and the drawers
COMME des gar' Nike's, and they shocks
The bitch ran up and got dropped
He
a decision, it ain't a home
These are nothing but just walls with a ceiling
I see myself, in a mansion far from all of who's speaking, not by myself
But with
Chorus: (Swavae Now)
Damn that Nigga always (rhyming) x4
Said his music always (timeless) x4
All he ever eat is (ramen) x4
Bad bitches when i meet
is Heaven Ball
Shiner shiner, bright smile
Where am I with my style?
Talkin' 'bout the shed pal
HQ where we live now
Painted walls, faded falls
But they don’t even know half about it
Every track relay a sound
‘cause he be in the lab and if it don’t pass
It’s trash chucked in the garbage
We ain’t
Two sides supported by two sides of fans against the wall
Two sides of hungry energy cause we all want it all
Two sides to every album, without both
in my spare time
Swear I'm so over prepared I am
With a burning match sat perched by the next
Like motherfucker hurt me
Lets start a damn fire
They
business take the same blame
Open your brain
The Klan and the cops are the same
Slave quarters, blocks
And prison blocks are the same
They only separated by
got no
Evidence (There's no proof without the)
Evidence (Who wants truth without the)
Evidence, evidence
Yeah, my first album only had underground
the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister
Write
singles on the radio
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though
Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle
My aspirations from every
Zoocci Coke Dope
He's the dealer (Dealer)
It's always visible
It's always present in the, in the music
Can't hear it when you listen to somebody
Had pictures on my wall idolizing these icons
To be one of the five greatest alive like Dylan
If I said it then I stand on that shit that's by law
I'm fresh hell walls, like a schizophrenic rapist
Every album banks in a box like it's Christmas
What clinch this, I'm ready to dismiss
The mix of this
If leaving marks is what you're worried about
Have you done your part to have your torch carried
Biggie smalls, over 20 mill sold
Saw 1 album before he
body structure
Ready to rupture
At times I sat back to think again and again
How I broke the golden rule by doing business with friends
My mind traveled
the fuck about a hundred thousand plus is not enough
Not a single I can push but got a bunch of album cuts
By the time you fine the time to find the time
Fed up with rap music
But then I think of my daughter and I get back to it
Don't wanna flip weight really I'm tryna stack units
Look at the wall in
started to work
On my first album
No beats
Just rhymes
My head was crowded
I like to reminisce about dudes
I listened to
And still do
I listen
that I was too dark
And yet she's darker than me
Every gun put to my head
By dudes who look just like me
To this skin I won't pledge
I've never felt
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
me
He done broke it let's elevate you call it Kintsugi
Sil' vous plait can we play till we chuffed to bits, uh huh
You done tried it but really never
belong in the deep dark pits they've been heard by Satan
Heart of stone just wants to roll they wanna call me a mason
A mason or a blacksmith
I hook up,
find bravado? I watch her confidence swallowed
By the narcissism, losing her mental, no Sleepy Hallow
Tryna give her life that'll help her soar like
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