Lyrics:
on a wrist
The way they watch me
They know I'm more lyka risk
Ain't trynna touch me
Yo if you sleep ON me
You best dream OFF me
Cuz by the time iBlow
That
in an bake'n, A step to help me awake from the nightmare were I once was not in control of my vocals, emotions, motions
Trapped and controlled by
Sipping on codeine and a fanta
Sipping on codeine and a fanta
Written by: Wolf Walker
Back Vocals by: Wavyonthekeys & Lourd Romeo
Produced by
to make, & some pussy to plunder
Smoking my green by the p, you ain't smoke nuff to, see thc in a pee test
God speak through me, but i digress
Work til i
I live through my sins, on demon time
Get blessed from my wins, by Jesus Christ
I put my soul in my vocals
Go super say like I'm Goku
Shoutout Kodoku
and spent my youth learning to mask it
Only to realize i was attacking sadness by adding baggage
And I don't think I deserve fame cause I used to be
heads just by being vocal
Like Mortal Kombat, when I come up on the track
I'm taking these heads, finna place them on the rack
Like Mortal Kombat, when I
Street, Maryland
Music Engineer: Mark Carey of Street Legal Studios
Additional Vocals By: Lynee Michelle
1st verse:
people used to ask questions
the stress would make it unpleasant
now was it was test or a lesson
point was that I'd loose trough
myself
If you hear couple notes know I'm
Vocal training myself
Came a long way from writing
Bars on the playground
Young kids in a circle
Spraying rounds
Yeah I'm anti-social but she hate it when I'm distant
Please hear my vocals cause them haters never Listen
So baby pay attention Cause when I'm with you
came from having flavors
You can test me if its one for real niggas, ain't shit fogazzi
Then put myself back in that mode, ion think they met him
Aint
You can't glide by vision 'cause you're see-through
You need to recognize the size of the atlas
You ain't as tall as half this, match this, past
up my heritage
Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed
Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab
That drive niggas crazy like Arabs in
come address me
I'll leave yo melon leaking like its breast feedin Messy
Cause they pen think that they ready come and Test me nigga No
Plenty pretty
come address me
Ill leave yo melon leaking like its breast feedin Messy
Cause they pen think that they ready come and test me nigga No
Plenty pretty
on the phone call
She say she love my vocals
Im watching from far tryna get with her
I knew from straight when I met with her
No next chick can test with her
to rip your vocals to shreds
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
I dedicate that line to Shack
room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in your static
your vocal accord
Stop it you know this world
It's mine By design
And there is nothing that can hold me back this time
I've seen the sign
This world
love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by
suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas,
and confusion
our hands and yours side-by-side
as we hold up half the sky with fists upraised
I raise the roof in vocal praise
that I can call you brother
you,
you
It's leaving a stain
Bare faced, no shame
It's the Brothers McBane
[Farma Giles]
My slicing vocals you can't test
Make your face feel wet, put my
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