Lyrics:
No stress on a chip stackin' conquest
No stress with this full court press
Left coast sucka duckin', passin' tests
No stress u can tell by the way I
A familiar howl guides your steps
To a rendez-vous in the forest depths
With a man said to be feared by many
A silhouette breaks up the sky
Tonight
fucking going with it though
These motherfuckers hand grip, rashing, fucking handshake
Fuck that, I'm from the old clop
Motherfucking G-code when I go off
can't sleep
Dug up all the mournings
I've dug too deep
Returning the chaos -
Jump out of the nearest bus
Can't tell a handshake
From another one's fuss
occurs when a cancer meets a libra
Let me translate i'm busy expanding my fanbase
You can tell a man's strength by gripping his handshake
We don't call
a piece of that cake
Some things that’s close feel so far away
Hey today is a good day
But lets have a greater night
No fuss or fight
By each other lets do
don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her
killin',
Grab your vial uh
Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake
Talk to me about that one big break
Spread your ear pollution, both far
[VERSE 1]
Mmnnm
yeah yeah yeah
Handshake
try to keep em steady
won't break
you been getting ready
Here we go
it's time to say goodbye (say
aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young
thrill sticks
This girl will spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire
I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape
and it's over
How good it was I tend to know
By adding up or rounding down
The evenings count of jokes
Me and my hilkshare are trying that team
didn't take much, one hot single (bam)
Smiles and handshakes, my man
The industry greeted me with open arms
With no type of flak 'cause O. Trice got
real)
I make the opps lay in a puddle when they pay a visit (I will)
And we gon' kill 'em one by one but it might take a minute, ain't got no patience,
on the map, a different somethin' to eat
Daps and handshakes, it meant nothin' for real
Everybody makin a killin', man, showin' no feelings
Walk it off,
the show was bangin
Brothers Grey Goosin, Wu was Tanquerayin
Allah teaching schools in session
The Gods speakin
I'm just knowledging
Snake handshakes
I will lay laid open
I will lay laid open
I do it 'cause I'm a family man
Well, I met her at a hard grave
A heat-wave, handshake way
But
Accompanied by bloodshed
Neath the Reaper's sallow craw
In league with fallen angels
Came a wolf unto my door
A portrait of perfection
Potent
a while
You can work on points for style
Like the club tie
And the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and the easy smile
You have to be trusted
Melancholy
Mornings, they take me by surprise
I'd rather be elsewhere so I close my eyes
And I follow the sounds to the yellow brick road
Where
they bitch love it
Niggas be talking so much shit about you in private
That's why you feel that awkward handshake in public
I smile and shrug it off
Niggas get killed by the niggas they left they crib with
Jealousy a make a nigga different different
They tell me that they miss me
Handshake really felt
a doctor to take our kids when they shake
Or an apartment that doesn't rape us for every dollar we make
A handshake from our employer that doesn't thank us
they got Moose and Bear and eagles flying free
Deer stands hunting shacks campfires kicked back
Good people the farmer stopped by with a fresh sweet corn
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