Stovetops
Yuh, slidin' down South Peach Street
Aye, shoutout to all my fans man
Everyone that's been here since day one
2014 Shit
Aye, you can prolly guarantee that life got disasters
Your thinking bout scheming on your bro to get it faster
Said that you would keep it real til you in a casket
But soon as he turn his back there you was to fuckin' bash him
Real shit seem to be all that I can spit
Memories of enemies from when they used to be my friend
Never ends, never listen when they say you can
Thought I wanted the life of a stars
Y'all can take it back
Just another rap inside this notebook of scratches
We had holes in our clothes wasn't into fashion
Used to dance on my mattress when I'd imagine
Fighting in the other room
Just Superman and Batman
Momma used to try tell me Daddy was a badman
Had to see it for myself
Then I started lashin'
Raised with my older brother really we some bastards
I wanna put a hole in anybody selling black tar
Leave 'em with a cracked skull
On the fuckin' blacktop
Opiate epidemic killing more than cancer
Ask us, what it's like to see 'em move past us
My classmates who buyin' whips watch 'em roll past us (roll 'em past us)
Aye and this shit ain't new to me and this shit ain't cool to me
To all my haters who you fooling G
You ain't never came through with one thing you was gone do to me
Aye, we can probably guarantee we both end up in a casket
So what's the difference if I'm broke and y'all got a mansion?
Laughing, thinking bout all of them failed classes
Throwing tags and throwing hands in almost every bathroom
Past two years shit ain't been the same, nah
Tell myself that I'm strong that's what I'm made for
I wish I take off, I wish the homies take off
And we could be rich fuck neighbors and go and play golf
But life ain't fair, the streets ain't fair
This piece don't care who in the way you left right there
They said I'll fail but I just don't care
Always gonna be myself and y'all is just gone stare
Bare minimum struggling body pumpin' adrenaline
Aye
I'm dream chasing if we make it we all getting it
Aye, yuh
I'm still peddling, smoking down fruity medicine
Aye, yuh
My brain cooking like the stove top, Thomas Edison
Aye
My brain cooking like the stove top, Thomas Edison
Aye, aye, yuh
I'm still peddling, smoking down fruity medicine
My brain cooking like the stove top, Thomas Edison
Yuh, aye
My brain cookin' like the stove top Thomas Edison
Smoking down fruity medicine
Aye, Ha haaaaa
Aye, shoutout to all my fans man
Everyone that's been here since day one
2014 Shit
Aye, you can prolly guarantee that life got disasters
Your thinking bout scheming on your bro to get it faster
Said that you would keep it real til you in a casket
But soon as he turn his back there you was to fuckin' bash him
Real shit seem to be all that I can spit
Memories of enemies from when they used to be my friend
Never ends, never listen when they say you can
Thought I wanted the life of a stars
Y'all can take it back
Just another rap inside this notebook of scratches
We had holes in our clothes wasn't into fashion
Used to dance on my mattress when I'd imagine
Fighting in the other room
Just Superman and Batman
Momma used to try tell me Daddy was a badman
Had to see it for myself
Then I started lashin'
Raised with my older brother really we some bastards
I wanna put a hole in anybody selling black tar
Leave 'em with a cracked skull
On the fuckin' blacktop
Opiate epidemic killing more than cancer
Ask us, what it's like to see 'em move past us
My classmates who buyin' whips watch 'em roll past us (roll 'em past us)
Aye and this shit ain't new to me and this shit ain't cool to me
To all my haters who you fooling G
You ain't never came through with one thing you was gone do to me
Aye, we can probably guarantee we both end up in a casket
So what's the difference if I'm broke and y'all got a mansion?
Laughing, thinking bout all of them failed classes
Throwing tags and throwing hands in almost every bathroom
Past two years shit ain't been the same, nah
Tell myself that I'm strong that's what I'm made for
I wish I take off, I wish the homies take off
And we could be rich fuck neighbors and go and play golf
But life ain't fair, the streets ain't fair
This piece don't care who in the way you left right there
They said I'll fail but I just don't care
Always gonna be myself and y'all is just gone stare
Bare minimum struggling body pumpin' adrenaline
Aye
I'm dream chasing if we make it we all getting it
Aye, yuh
I'm still peddling, smoking down fruity medicine
Aye, yuh
My brain cooking like the stove top, Thomas Edison
Aye
My brain cooking like the stove top, Thomas Edison
Aye, aye, yuh
I'm still peddling, smoking down fruity medicine
My brain cooking like the stove top, Thomas Edison
Yuh, aye
My brain cookin' like the stove top Thomas Edison
Smoking down fruity medicine
Aye, Ha haaaaa
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Writer(s): Dane Foster
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