Lyrics:
right
It will be all right
Trust in your future, son
The factories are closing down
We gotta make the parade
Sip from the bowl where punches drown
You
a thang/
Livin by the code cause this game's not a game- I maintain/
Put my heart on tha track, words can't express
Let you feel the pain, turn lyrics into
a factory scrap heap
Don't at me
Got lines that will cut and blind ya like them flat peaks
Spit with the weight of the Shelby's when I shell beats
Nasty
Truth
They led to the target
After 6 days of waiting
They've been forced to attack
A precision hit against
This alleged factory of death
Will make us take
game but I still walk the same beat
I'm stacking up shit seen you with the groupies
6 months earlier the world was asking who's he
Yea I'm sitting on my
from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it
Care less about the gold in it
Boom
outta factories
You can haul your own coal
Sew your own tapestries
If you're living lavishly
That'll end in tragedy
I'll knock you off your balcony
the bounce back
Bad beats our bombtrack
Bay leaves in my spice rack
Sin of man in my mind sack
Think I might have a tight track
Braided in Brabham
The factories still churning out
Of that there's not a single doubt
There's more snide shit from their flea pits
They couldn't give a fucking shit.
No this ain't drip
Issa faucet
I am obnoxious
Perc 30
Got me nauseous
Drugs got me
Stuck in my conscious
Six figure stunned
I'm stone cold
No Austin
And them bomb beats
To make me move
Color of dead
Looks like the future is history
Why you dissin me
Ain't no mystery
On the outside peekin in
End of your
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move
Color of dead
Looks like the future is history
Why you dissin' me
ain't no mystery
nothing rly changed
[And i feel]
Blown away by applause
Life is a rollercoaster
Gotta tug the boat first
Tryna be that goat word
At the very least
rhyme...
Check it out on the one, two, three...
Standin' 5'11", and I'm almost 6 feet
18 years old, rock a new beat
Got no nickname, stay the cool sane
in my whip
Motivated by Three Six
I was rapping as a kid
In the closest over beats
I found on YouTube then would rip
See that's the way it was
That's
Bars connect to the beat like EE,
If she look 4G, snap me,
I’m her zombie, she double tap me,
Feed her chocolate from my factory,
I’m no Angel though,
From the time I had to cut the rope
Zeptolab
Om Nom beats like it's cut the rope
Track like a runner
Cuz I bolt motherfuckers
Clouded vision upper
dose of fantasy
Medical fallacies, casual blasphemy, surrounding me doubters be acting like factories
Noise pollution from their voices and toxic
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Fame light'
Our prayers tight from six to six we call it daylight'
We stay on might how we be strong cause we got both sight'
Let's keep it on sight'
Now
may inflict significant pain or result in serious injury
(Keep bouncing)
Look
Autonomous Zone with the ominous
Future in hold of the auditin’
Land
alone on these beats till the track stops.
Yea
I told ya'll I'm just tryna be loved
Just tryna be understood ya know?
That's it
I just wanna be loved
When it comes to the money, that's a pick to the six
Yo bitch was a fan before I started rappin'
No cap in my rap, I just be snappin'
My niggas, they
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