Lyrics:
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
in big bones call out 4 door,
Might flex on my ex pulling up in 3 double O,
I creep slow when I’m sippin on the Moe,
Attitude on go when I’m dealing
Okay, here's another track that
Don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my shit
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
silence me
Hidden put himself out on tracks, taste the irony
Ha, brace for the sarcasm
If your shit is massive, then mine's gargantuan
If you claiming
track of getting, on track again
I'm mapping these heart's to fall
Up to bat in the dark like Maul
Red eye's and all
Red eye's and all
My head's tied up,
leaves
Ready to come out whenever the cock crows three
I am back to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can
ready? Yeah
Let's do this man
3,2,1
Ah, you thought
Alright
3, 2, 1
Oh, what's up
You thought that we were gonna turn down
Nah, nah, you must've forgot
time that the nine wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'cause that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million
and phonies they want the in-between
Cut a 侍 ‘tween a eye going down through the middle
Pulling out 刀 put the tip in or a lil tiddle
Play this track back while
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
are we on Maury
Another story, poor me, a few months in
My mom showed us the door she
Told us get lost like Dory
At my core deep down I'm at fault for
time that the nine wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'cause that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million
you always got away
What it is that keeps you just that step ahead
No one can say
In one last raid the agents
Of the dawn break down the door
to Egypt
Hidden, By religion
For oil sultans, Til Iraqi Negro
Zanj revolt, Burning, Popayan's, Gold
By Afro, Colombianos
Dealt Zaragoza, Spain vicious blows
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
and somewhat foolish
Triggered by the summer, who gon get wet if he pools it
A 30 clip his new edition, now he needs to cool it?
I aint cool with systems down
the homies go invest in shit that you believing in
The status quo is weakening, they think we creeping in
It's more like kicking the door down
I used to rap
the tapes of Hendrix
And they hidden behind the door
I never had such a night of love
She knew every trick in the book
Over, under, sideways
By the mornin'
you have a girl you think a your B and everyday she still a call mi
Verse 2
Dem try to bring me down
but lift me by mistake
believe kill and believe
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Up on this track with Bogdan
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