2 Fiends
Man I'll stop humming on shit when you stop making shit for me to hum on
You know
They keep treating man like a farce
May be Wilde but life is sparse
No point wasting time kissing arse
So we dipped real quick left fast
Skipping class went north
Nomads and we dripped it up
Patience and some grift lil pup
Man act like they moving glass
And we busted in and we sniffed it up
Ain't pay and you're miffed eh son
To art we're addicted man
Two fiends who have just succumbed
Even if it makes us bums
We'll still have craft
I'll rap to the dark
While bao makes drums from sticks, tin cans, bin lids and my child's barefoot no Clarks
Only time from now
You'll see us beat
Ain't worried bout fake niggas who think that they mobbin deep
Cause we were born of different scenes
As-salamu alaykum mixed with the Shalom
Children of war don't make Papi gallant
Bonded by blood of ancestral struggle
Bao's line lives on shit that took hustle
Forefathers slaves oh man what a hustle for
The white man for them they just beasts with muscle
My niggas built train tracks, roads and tunnels
And for what
And for what
So one of their kin could write their raps in English
Oh what a shame
Why English
Get some good grades
But not distinguished
To the nation be rescinded
Man why English
Could be speaking French
Hey there Master
These chains are gone
But what's this
Gun
These tables have turned
Now we've grown
The futures just begun
Gun gun
Where's my gun
Where's that gun
Where's that gun
Where's that gun
Where'd I put the gun
Where'd I put the gun
Where'd I put the gun
Where'd I put the gun
Grab your ticket Messy Nusu is leaving the station
If you signed on to this aural vacation
Seats are big and recline with ease
Fine wine menu gastronomique
Parmesan served by the wheel
Natural juice that'll make you squeal
No stress your ticket comes with a meal
This is only your starter,
I know what deal
It's all served with zeal
Universal appeal
Chosen one on the mix with MC genteel
Buckle up nigga
Yeah I think there's trains with seatbelts
Is it Belgium
You know
They keep treating man like a farce
May be Wilde but life is sparse
No point wasting time kissing arse
So we dipped real quick left fast
Skipping class went north
Nomads and we dripped it up
Patience and some grift lil pup
Man act like they moving glass
And we busted in and we sniffed it up
Ain't pay and you're miffed eh son
To art we're addicted man
Two fiends who have just succumbed
Even if it makes us bums
We'll still have craft
I'll rap to the dark
While bao makes drums from sticks, tin cans, bin lids and my child's barefoot no Clarks
Only time from now
You'll see us beat
Ain't worried bout fake niggas who think that they mobbin deep
Cause we were born of different scenes
As-salamu alaykum mixed with the Shalom
Children of war don't make Papi gallant
Bonded by blood of ancestral struggle
Bao's line lives on shit that took hustle
Forefathers slaves oh man what a hustle for
The white man for them they just beasts with muscle
My niggas built train tracks, roads and tunnels
And for what
And for what
So one of their kin could write their raps in English
Oh what a shame
Why English
Get some good grades
But not distinguished
To the nation be rescinded
Man why English
Could be speaking French
Hey there Master
These chains are gone
But what's this
Gun
These tables have turned
Now we've grown
The futures just begun
Gun gun
Where's my gun
Where's that gun
Where's that gun
Where's that gun
Where'd I put the gun
Where'd I put the gun
Where'd I put the gun
Where'd I put the gun
Grab your ticket Messy Nusu is leaving the station
If you signed on to this aural vacation
Seats are big and recline with ease
Fine wine menu gastronomique
Parmesan served by the wheel
Natural juice that'll make you squeal
No stress your ticket comes with a meal
This is only your starter,
I know what deal
It's all served with zeal
Universal appeal
Chosen one on the mix with MC genteel
Buckle up nigga
Yeah I think there's trains with seatbelts
Is it Belgium
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Writer(s): Zak Davies-khan
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