BARKLEY
Only thing they testing is my motherfucking patience
Broke like leaky faucet needs some money elevation
Pretty girl on my tab, what the fuck i'm saying
My mind just keep on racing, burning rubber on the pavement
My foot on the gas
Dont speak to me, hand on the cash
I keep it obscene, smoking on stank
Eyes on my business, my bucks in the bank
Can't keep a witness
I'll son you like Kredos and Atrius
Putting an axe through your pancreas
Boy I am dangerous, chances i'm taking 'em
Hip hop Syd Vicious, intent is malicious
I'm keeping a mistress, you acting suspicious
It's all going on in my head, you can feel it
Ya'll seeing something I'm not
At my ceiling
All going on in my head, you can feel it
Ya'll seeing something i'm not
That's my ceiling
Got 'em waiting for drops like battle bus
Not even the baddest can rattle us
Car got the horse so I saddle up
Ride with Ivy can't handle us
Robbing the scene and leaving no evidence
Took your career and all the precedence
Us to the to the top, seen stranger things
Spanish looks crazy when up on the scene
Close your eyes and get cold cocked
Brick to to the skull, limbs in a zip-lock
Muggin the plug and kill the suppliers
Make you disappear like Will Byers
Body in the ditch so you left all alone
That's how I been feeling, you already know
Never sleeping I'm up with the birds
IVYLEAGUE killing, they all on alert
Broke like leaky faucet needs some money elevation
Pretty girl on my tab, what the fuck i'm saying
My mind just keep on racing, burning rubber on the pavement
My foot on the gas
Dont speak to me, hand on the cash
I keep it obscene, smoking on stank
Eyes on my business, my bucks in the bank
Can't keep a witness
I'll son you like Kredos and Atrius
Putting an axe through your pancreas
Boy I am dangerous, chances i'm taking 'em
Hip hop Syd Vicious, intent is malicious
I'm keeping a mistress, you acting suspicious
It's all going on in my head, you can feel it
Ya'll seeing something I'm not
At my ceiling
All going on in my head, you can feel it
Ya'll seeing something i'm not
That's my ceiling
Got 'em waiting for drops like battle bus
Not even the baddest can rattle us
Car got the horse so I saddle up
Ride with Ivy can't handle us
Robbing the scene and leaving no evidence
Took your career and all the precedence
Us to the to the top, seen stranger things
Spanish looks crazy when up on the scene
Close your eyes and get cold cocked
Brick to to the skull, limbs in a zip-lock
Muggin the plug and kill the suppliers
Make you disappear like Will Byers
Body in the ditch so you left all alone
That's how I been feeling, you already know
Never sleeping I'm up with the birds
IVYLEAGUE killing, they all on alert
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