Parachutes

Girl you taste...
Better than next day spaghetti
I'm sharper than x-ray confetti
You're feeling me
Might get cut in the cut
And get some healing
And then I'm splitting
Like Adams, the surname of legacy I need like fye hoes
'Cause my Eve is 'bout hot as the devil, the air to her fire though
Put her out if she acting with attitude
Anything less than immaculate, or spitting out my ejaculate
She think I'm high and need parachute
But I'm fine with sky diving, I hit the ground run in new pair of shoes
Or the old ones, to embarrass you
I'm a do me, you must do you
We work it out like a loose noose
These are forces of chocolate
My soul is as dark as pitch
This ain't melanin marketing
Do you know who you rocking with?
If it's no when I go you'll acknowledge it
Fuck a model bitch
That's my motto bitch
Walk in the dark and never stump my toe bitch
Tomato Tomato, you'll get it tomorrow
We live in the future, I'm rapping right now
Coming back just to shut this shit down
Like Jesus, please believe this
Like the reason for the seasons
Happy Easter, Merry Christmas
Tell them niggas, to tell them bitches
Come and witness, come and get this
Presence and pressure my nigga, you know what to do
Stack and accrue
Hop in the cou't
Ride out, give these outsiders the boot
Hope your weapons the truth
Hope you brought hella troops
May your name be the proof
Spill out your psyche through mic in the booth
Like Christ in some Nikes I'm back to recoup
And I brought lightning like daddy was Zeus
Likely do rehab for substance abuse
Just getting stronger, dick longer
With the shits 'cause my wit's like a bong rip
Bit hits looking like my fist with a strong grip
Around a pistol with a long clip
Bang bang Bang Bang BANg BANG BANG BANG
I... fell asleep in your bitch
Woke up to the hoe of my dreams
Focused with a scope and a beam
Potions and no GMO weed
Pinky rings for the low yah mean
Player shit over everything
Life's a games
So its player shit over everything



Credits
Writer(s): Kelly Adams
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