Lyrical Wars
Fuck Robardo
Paint this like Leonardo
Even in Morse code I make these bars
Dope aficionado switched from illicit cargo to taking my time for my breath to rip them apart slow
A couple darts thrown a couple faces changed piss on them from above but never faked the rain
Like a smack at the witch chase of flame
I don't hate the game
I got my own controller like taste of pain shit and while they suddenly beef I hear their footsteps behind
Guess that's the sound of the defeat is sweet
Pita pata the shit of a rapper fixing the back up
My words became more blunt like they give up tobacco
I don't understand the word they say
Like Chewbacca overtake them in the race, just like Schumacher
While they steady hoping I choke
This potent enough to smoke you either know or you don't
My factual rap actually be sacking up tracks
You tragically wack the tapestry of legends is crap
It's laughable that my masterful act bound to react
Intangible trying to tangle with the animal of trash talking
Your tools high
The stuck in the pen like a bull fight
Tryna run with the wolves but can't cool right
Your battles always in the bar like a stool fight
Why you the type to write the shit you ain't at all like
Something like a carpet eyes branded with the target
So above your head you only get it when you part it
Look at what you started to run in the way she be high like the skin I made back in the dead for CP
Discreet be like a airborne virus reach be
The gas goes longer than the pipes in the deep sea
I'm hoping that it's leak free never going down like steep fee
Final steps like a leaf in Figi
Defiant giant solo riot
The client
One man ensemble conspiring
Witness the quiet
Crushing thoughts
French press on the pirate
Did he fail or was it his team? Rick Myra
I think ditch now you pit liar
Lick the clit now and wall Thailand
Catch it
I went for register credit
Hello Mega
I'm a right to tenant
Clementine size bullets leave your soul swelling cold chilling cold shells like Maine lobster ice grill them shice filling twice killed them left hell
Elevated knife in it
Caribbean seat with my bitch
I'm pipe drilling face concealing honcho push the slide handy poncho
I wore the pop baby Blanco
No feelings since K went beyond the world ceiling glass house bull throwing rocks from a Pearl building spilling blaze Ruby headstone
Ellis Wade
Feeling Graves
Paint this like Leonardo
Even in Morse code I make these bars
Dope aficionado switched from illicit cargo to taking my time for my breath to rip them apart slow
A couple darts thrown a couple faces changed piss on them from above but never faked the rain
Like a smack at the witch chase of flame
I don't hate the game
I got my own controller like taste of pain shit and while they suddenly beef I hear their footsteps behind
Guess that's the sound of the defeat is sweet
Pita pata the shit of a rapper fixing the back up
My words became more blunt like they give up tobacco
I don't understand the word they say
Like Chewbacca overtake them in the race, just like Schumacher
While they steady hoping I choke
This potent enough to smoke you either know or you don't
My factual rap actually be sacking up tracks
You tragically wack the tapestry of legends is crap
It's laughable that my masterful act bound to react
Intangible trying to tangle with the animal of trash talking
Your tools high
The stuck in the pen like a bull fight
Tryna run with the wolves but can't cool right
Your battles always in the bar like a stool fight
Why you the type to write the shit you ain't at all like
Something like a carpet eyes branded with the target
So above your head you only get it when you part it
Look at what you started to run in the way she be high like the skin I made back in the dead for CP
Discreet be like a airborne virus reach be
The gas goes longer than the pipes in the deep sea
I'm hoping that it's leak free never going down like steep fee
Final steps like a leaf in Figi
Defiant giant solo riot
The client
One man ensemble conspiring
Witness the quiet
Crushing thoughts
French press on the pirate
Did he fail or was it his team? Rick Myra
I think ditch now you pit liar
Lick the clit now and wall Thailand
Catch it
I went for register credit
Hello Mega
I'm a right to tenant
Clementine size bullets leave your soul swelling cold chilling cold shells like Maine lobster ice grill them shice filling twice killed them left hell
Elevated knife in it
Caribbean seat with my bitch
I'm pipe drilling face concealing honcho push the slide handy poncho
I wore the pop baby Blanco
No feelings since K went beyond the world ceiling glass house bull throwing rocks from a Pearl building spilling blaze Ruby headstone
Ellis Wade
Feeling Graves
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Dante Cross, James Warden Leigh, Joshua Adam Davey
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