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MOMENT OF SILENCE
by S'bortè
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Never understood paying money to stand at the party
I'm going green my back yard's a botanical garden
In it for the money I'm no longer an amateur artist
And if my dick had a life it would have it the hardest
She selling pussy to the highest bidder
I don't understand but pretty sure somebody gets her
And I'm hoping that somebody gets her
And care about her even though she'll double cross them and I'm talking often
We talk less... listen more... guess we act different
Me and money talk all day you chat wit it
Bank account be catfishing, I'm so clutch but my girl purse isn't
Cause I gotta hide this strap in it
People booking sessions, smoking more than they rapping
I call it wasting money mine stretch like elastic
I'm picture perfect to go platinum no need for a caption
These rappers da ed, when you reading it backwards
Don't lie to yourself, homie taught me the rules
Pack of noodles a day, back when I was in school
Feeling like I'm Bishop once I got it I kept me a tool
Dusse diet, the sip got me seeing in twos
Too big too wide she stroking my ego
Bed squeaking got the hood looking out for Debo
They dry snitching, they been downing the juice
They investigate me, I drop fifty-two with the flu, ha-chew
I am the sauce like I came with the stew
I'm so focused, let me tell you what them tunnels'll do
I've been sitting on the piggy bank and nothing is new
And I'm icy like your lemonade, Jesus the proof
Honorary Trini, the slums fuck with me
Im a live full, so I can die empty
One of one so when I'm gone I'll take the vibes with me
And if you feeling this shit nod wit me
I tell the hoes the truth, cause I'm not scared to lose them
After six pm today, I'm meeting with a new one
Ignore the bougee broke bitch* I let dude pursue them
I been having pretty women I know what I'm doing
She blame it on the sex, when really it's the soul
She never tell the whole truth, but know what's going on
Self esteem booster, I be channeling lows
She got a problem with the hoes but she one of the hoes
She got the fattest ass, her family middle eastern
She drive a Land-cruiser, I got some things to teach her
This three five of the shrooms, got her seeing creatures
She get high and take pictures with the street sweeper
Don't have to lie cause she'll do it for me
Moral of the story is my loyalty is more than most affording
Constructions made for the social order
The tip of the iceberg the realest shit I serve so tap in
Never understood paying money to stand at the party
I'm going green my back yard's a botanical garden
In it for the money I'm no longer an amateur artist
And if my dick had a life it would have it the hardest
She selling pussy to the highest bidder
I don't understand but pretty sure somebody gets her
And I'm hoping that somebody gets her
And care about her even though she'll double cross them and I'm talking often
We talk less... listen more... guess we act different
Me and money talk all day you chat wit it
Bank account be catfishing, I'm so clutch but my girl purse isn't
Cause I gotta hide this strap in it
People booking sessions, smoking more than they rapping
I call it wasting money mine stretch like elastic
I'm picture perfect to go platinum no need for a caption
These rappers da ed, when you reading it backwards
Don't lie to yourself, homie taught me the rules
Pack of noodles a day, back when I was in school
Feeling like I'm Bishop once I got it I kept me a tool
Dusse diet, the sip got me seeing in twos
Too big too wide she stroking my ego
Bed squeaking got the hood looking out for Debo
They dry snitching, they been downing the juice
They investigate me, I drop fifty-two with the flu, ha-chew
I am the sauce like I came with the stew
I'm so focused, let me tell you what them tunnels'll do
I've been sitting on the piggy bank and nothing is new
And I'm icy like your lemonade, Jesus the proof
Honorary Trini, the slums fuck with me
Im a live full, so I can die empty
One of one so when I'm gone I'll take the vibes with me
And if you feeling this shit nod wit me
I tell the hoes the truth, cause I'm not scared to lose them
After six pm today, I'm meeting with a new one
Ignore the bougee broke bitch* I let dude pursue them
I been having pretty women I know what I'm doing
She blame it on the sex, when really it's the soul
She never tell the whole truth, but know what's going on
Self esteem booster, I be channeling lows
She got a problem with the hoes but she one of the hoes
She got the fattest ass, her family middle eastern
She drive a Land-cruiser, I got some things to teach her
This three five of the shrooms, got her seeing creatures
She get high and take pictures with the street sweeper
Don't have to lie cause she'll do it for me
Moral of the story is my loyalty is more than most affording
Constructions made for the social order
The tip of the iceberg the realest shit I serve so tap in
