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Lovers To Strangers
by 可陌
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Ahead of my time like when you there I'm in a next place
Playing games, checkmate, he ain't worth the checkmate
Always on my J's like my crep mate
Raptile rappers watch them take shape
He ain't really streets, he use to spectate
Couldn't pass the bollards when it gets late
Smoked since like, ten I got a chest ache
Warzone, strally and a chest plate
Everyone's a snake, even your best mate
No vio's in my prime, I'll be round there the next day
Rolling with the hammer, lifes gone betways
We do martial arts, break a brick with the sensei
I don't know, six a lot of commas, what the checks say
I don't know, six a lot of commas, what the checks say
Drowning in the sorrows, cah I made the pain
Is it music or family, I can't pick a lane
Monclers to repel the rain
Hearts in my chain, life's a game
I've been in the manor, K that's Dolce Gabbana
Niggas like you been
I've been on war like Putin
Ain't swinging if my boy ain't shooting
Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, hooping
Now we drive cars with no roofs inn
Matic or the dinger where I'm roosting
Don't know what side a niggas choosing
How you see my opps and then your twosing
That's automatic , losing
You ain't my nig your cruising for a bruising
Fuck rap shit's an illusion
Fuck road streets, still amusing
Took time and I lost precision
But I can't rap without a vision
Philosophy's, democracy's, being black in Britain
Youngers got their dreams written
Amir's with some trees in them
What's a hero to a villain
Move that piccolo and krillin
Flow dizzy like Dylan
They ain't did it how I didn't
Pagans keep the truth hidden
And I'm not one of those, I suppose
Had to bring it back with them sluggy flows
Gold on me, shit like it rose
Chris Rock, my shit froze
First I wasn't scoring, now I'm running to them goals
That's a Mac 11, lingard on the pole
Used to holla kane, now I go Harry for the snow
Now my cream got ice don't need Barry for a flow
Murder, she wrote 15 every coat
Niggas talking beef, I don't promote
Ahead of my time like when you there I'm in a next place
Playing games, checkmate, he ain't worth the checkmate
Always on my J's like my crep mate
Raptile rappers watch them take shape
He ain't really streets, he use to spectate
Couldn't pass the bollards when it gets late
Smoked since like, ten I got a chest ache
Warzone, strally and a chest plate
Everyone's a snake, even your best mate
No vio's in my prime, I'll be round there the next day
Rolling with the hammer, lifes gone betways
We do martial arts, break a brick with the sensei
I don't know, six a lot of commas, what the checks say
I don't know, six a lot of commas, what the checks say
Drowning in the sorrows, cah I made the pain
Is it music or family, I can't pick a lane
Monclers to repel the rain
Hearts in my chain, life's a game
I've been in the manor, K that's Dolce Gabbana
Niggas like you been
I've been on war like Putin
Ain't swinging if my boy ain't shooting
Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, hooping
Now we drive cars with no roofs inn
Matic or the dinger where I'm roosting
Don't know what side a niggas choosing
How you see my opps and then your twosing
That's automatic , losing
You ain't my nig your cruising for a bruising
Fuck rap shit's an illusion
Fuck road streets, still amusing
Took time and I lost precision
But I can't rap without a vision
Philosophy's, democracy's, being black in Britain
Youngers got their dreams written
Amir's with some trees in them
What's a hero to a villain
Move that piccolo and krillin
Flow dizzy like Dylan
They ain't did it how I didn't
Pagans keep the truth hidden
And I'm not one of those, I suppose
Had to bring it back with them sluggy flows
Gold on me, shit like it rose
Chris Rock, my shit froze
First I wasn't scoring, now I'm running to them goals
That's a Mac 11, lingard on the pole
Used to holla kane, now I go Harry for the snow
Now my cream got ice don't need Barry for a flow
Murder, she wrote 15 every coat
Niggas talking beef, I don't promote