Lyrics:
stick to getting canned
No man that I stand under
6'5", hope you understand
The tech on me dirty, I'm holding the Shuri
"Wakanda Forever", The Blacker
the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant
On time with it when
(Tech n9ne Talking)
Yo Turn this shit up a little bit Juan
So these motherfuckers can feel what I'm saying
Yea, like that
(Monstah!) (Repeat 6
In a world of misery
Within this, three planets collide
Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
Bring you along for the ride
Wait a minute, I'm from
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech
I got did dirty, I'm not passing on the curse
Go to bed at 3:30 late night put in work
Rockin' all black tech, putting stats on stealth
Keep my tools
how it was but it's hard now
Court-side pourin' tech like a hard foul (Pourin' tech)
I'll never love a bitch with her palms out (Never ever)
Beachside
we hittin the lotto
With this tribal pack Got me talkin Navajo
When i pick up bottles I Carry my problems
That's hella moscato To wallow my sorrows.
a high tolerance
I just gram’d out a qp at the show I got high audience
Let’s have high sex 2 hoes they have BI sex
Rip to Steve job I sip this hi tech
Gripping on that blade fuck a tech
I don’t need no fuckin shootas lil bitch I’m my own set
Swear to god I ain’t no piru but I love seeing red
low prices
A better war for your boys and girls might get a little
Dark and dirty before we get to the brightness
If you come with me then I can
coming through with the
With the war it's hop out of the Porsche and
Head to the fortress over the the west side
Harlem let them techs fly
Can't believe
nigga (err)
The tech echo like it got delays, nigga (damn)
Your shit ain't shit, get out the way, nigga (uh-huh)
New Yeezys, only me and ye with 'em
been taken its toll, no detours, Ya I been paying
Per usual, cleaning dirty money out of my cuticles
Sellin' white and pharmaceuticals
Got me seeing mics
out
Dirty samples broken beats
Shadows of candle distort my physique
How will I really know when the cycles complete
I see many of them try but can't
Shotties and macks, little two-shots
Four pounds and techs, arms and chest
Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists
Knives and forks, ain't no time
It's crazy cuz you never know it when your
Going thru it, but like looking back when your in such a dark place it feels like you got buried but for
Cage, face off
The dark knight, i make it a dark night when
I'm gettin' that K off
Better than whoever done it
Even officers better run it with the drum
I
Mask on coat zipped to the neck
Handsan on your hip like you gripping a tech
Gloves on in the bank like you makin' a threat
But it ain’t nothin tell
All alone the dark
Can I be where you are
You gone from the start
Now you tear me apart
Ohh yeah
It's Ram
I don't got shit to lose out here(know she
the booth
Inspired, is what I write, fire like 'roof'
They say that I'm as hot as the block is
I say that I'm as cold as the dark is
Moms sit in the cut
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