D I S C O
From rain drops on black tops To Alleyway shootouts The streets can be cold If you don't honor the code From hat tricks on big scores Don't blow any smoke Cause the price on your head Will make sure it gets owned And everything I did man I did on my own I'm screaming f*ck a front Never take out a loan Got hits like grand slams Till I'm banking at home Like a museum curator raking them bones Man that's old money Now I'm on the grind to figure out How to get that show money Low income Trying to get the glow money Flip weight from day to days Like it was your day to day But never let it regulate Cause you could get hit with that Bang bang And I ain't talking 808's From the cradle to the grave From a label To the front page little player Catch me still munching lox bagel with capers In other words Eating good Looking at you f*ck ups Angry with the world Eyes to the sky Like "fucks up?" Do or die style like good luck bruh What's comes around goes around quick Like a nunchuck You think it's going down on the rise Like an up-chuck You dumb fucks Out of dumb luck There ain't no come up Wait until a motherfucker run up on you numb Nuts Bout to bum rush the stage quick off a long jump That's over the line I'm off the chain At the same time Kill a hundred different songs with the same rhymes Not the first to do it Aint afraid to admit Still love making music So here's Some more exhibits And I ain't pumping rides on tv for a living And I ain't even dissing Quit tripping I'm just saying I'm just doing me I'm just living I'm just saying I'm just saying I'm just saying Life is like a disco Life is like a disco Life is like a disco Life is like a More grimy than the slime on Nickelodeon I'm hungry like Cambodians And ain't nobody notice it I'm over it Like high jumps Only cause I'm high bruh Maneuver like McGiver through situations With a pencil and some paper I could start a fucking fire Never looking tired Vibrant energy like im wired No Mountain Dew But this situations code red And I ain't lying It's do or die and I really feel like I'm dying So I ain't trying to think at all I'd rather link it all together And just figure out the patterns to evolve And circulate what money revolves As we evolve It depends the names that were called Leave off What they speak of We ball No jim jones It's lo-depth Bring bones We roast them in one breathe We ghost in These flows Like Noses Of coke bitches No gold digging I only toke with what's giving This shits worth tripping Cause it's always smoke Like magicians Life is so trifling High off the spinach Exquisite With addictions Attempt winning Five No pivots Teamed up like lifted Research group Grind With the kick flip Lo-depth is two misfits No mimics
Written by: Connor Harris
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