Shamrock II

Yeah, yeah
Pick it up where I left off
Fresco uh yea

Scribbling in my diary
Tell yo label not to hire me
So high, not a planet, I'm a star
Harder than the pavement
Harder than the tar
Getting all these ladies and they multiple different races
Guess they like to taste me, nut up all up on their faces
Harder than some cyprus
Bars XXX like I'm all up in the cypher
You can try and decipher
All of my linguistics
Higher than statistics
My face is art
Your face a shart
Too true to snitch
My nigga, you's a bitch
She suck me like a tick
Beaner getting all the chicks
Sugar rush like Candy Crush
Talking trash, you better hush cuz
It's going down, like I'm Santa in the chimney
Keep it one hundred, Young Fresco a centipede
Your bae keep staring I think that she into me
Your bae keep glaring she tryna get intimate
Flow is so heaven sent huh?
All in your sentiments huh?
This is my element bruh
Fresco most definite yuh

Yea, here we go, yea
Yea, alright

Tryna show you that I got multiple flows
Multiple goals
Multiple coals burning inside of my soul
Multiple bros turned into ghosts
Tell them I'm back in the coast
Multiple lux and this shamrock
Fuck with me dog, get your head rocked
Cover you up like in Peshawar
Keep your head down before the K spark
Days dark, killed a man now his face parted up
Your time is up
My time to flip it
Geared all the way up and
I'm quick with my shift shit
I'm putting in work
On my work just to live shit
But when I go hurt; in and out like a piston
I know you listening my word is exclusive
While you sit static
I move like inertia
No time for snakes like my name aint Medusa
But you gone see me go hard when I pull up
This coffin right here next to me is going suit you
Right in a second when I go and spook you

Alright let's wrap this up

God damn it I got the urge to
Hurt you, murder you
Fuck it, I'ma purge you
Hang you up like my clothes do
I do the shit that you wish you could do
Pop it off, keep it top, then I conclude
Making the bank top off all of my pensions
Gram got lagged up cuz of all of my mentions
Why the fuck do our lives still have a division?
Blacks, browns, my crowd fill up most of these prisons
Technically speaking the world stuck in fission
Yea I talk smack but I speak recognition
Bind two religions and create a mixing
Morals mix well just to focus our vision
Ask your god to pray for me
I'll ask the Earth to help you see
Instead of peace, keep my piece
Fuck your "freeze"
My liberty worth more than life itself
Type to put the fam before my own wealth
Stay real and true to self

Yea, Yea, stay true to self
Shamrock part two
Fresco



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Writer(s): J Fresco
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