Pokemon Cards (feat. Cymatix Ritmos)
Ayo Joe light the spliff up
Bouta buy some 22s and make the Chevy lift up
Rolling like a big truck
Rolling like a big shot
Boy this shit is hip hop
Don't do it for the Tik Tok
That's why they hate the kid feeling like I'm Chris rock
Feeling like I'm tip top
Your bitch top the tip then she give the shaft a lip lock
How we learn to pitch rocks
Seal pounds inside the ziplock
Lick shots
When we diss blocks
Really wish the shit stop
But this is all we know
The built it by design and they profit off our lows
Profit of my hoes
Cuz Iceberg Slim was a prophet to me bro
How I idolize him and love my daughter in same breathe
How you say this ain't depth
How you say i ain't best
How you say i ain't stressed
And spit that shit that pains chests
And get inside a lames head
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on God
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on God
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
All things fall apart
I document they call it art
I call it pain
They call it love
I call up pudge
I call up Starks
I light a spliff
Ignite the thoughts
That make me dwell upon my loss
A certain smell comes from the smog
That's exhausted from the logs
I burn nightly cuz I'm lost
Learned Iight be falling off
But all and all
We all involved
With some homies that we know is often wrong
They stabbed me in the back
I should slowly pop they skull
But instead I offer psalms
More like likely known as songs
To the hoes I'm known as God
To my wife I'm like a dog
And i might be holding on
To some shit that hold me back
So bitch come hold me down
Cuz you know I like to simp when my homies not around
And you know I like to love when the old mes not around
Man the old e got me down
Know my OGs must be proud
Cuz I don't fuck around
Bitch it's going down
City on my back i know my OGs must be proud
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on god
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on god
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
Bouta buy some 22s and make the Chevy lift up
Rolling like a big truck
Rolling like a big shot
Boy this shit is hip hop
Don't do it for the Tik Tok
That's why they hate the kid feeling like I'm Chris rock
Feeling like I'm tip top
Your bitch top the tip then she give the shaft a lip lock
How we learn to pitch rocks
Seal pounds inside the ziplock
Lick shots
When we diss blocks
Really wish the shit stop
But this is all we know
The built it by design and they profit off our lows
Profit of my hoes
Cuz Iceberg Slim was a prophet to me bro
How I idolize him and love my daughter in same breathe
How you say this ain't depth
How you say i ain't best
How you say i ain't stressed
And spit that shit that pains chests
And get inside a lames head
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on God
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on God
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
All things fall apart
I document they call it art
I call it pain
They call it love
I call up pudge
I call up Starks
I light a spliff
Ignite the thoughts
That make me dwell upon my loss
A certain smell comes from the smog
That's exhausted from the logs
I burn nightly cuz I'm lost
Learned Iight be falling off
But all and all
We all involved
With some homies that we know is often wrong
They stabbed me in the back
I should slowly pop they skull
But instead I offer psalms
More like likely known as songs
To the hoes I'm known as God
To my wife I'm like a dog
And i might be holding on
To some shit that hold me back
So bitch come hold me down
Cuz you know I like to simp when my homies not around
And you know I like to love when the old mes not around
Man the old e got me down
Know my OGs must be proud
Cuz I don't fuck around
Bitch it's going down
City on my back i know my OGs must be proud
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on god
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
Feelings that I felt that I spoke through my art
Me and my niggas trade hoes like they Pokémon cards
I been praying every night
Tryna focus on god
But every time I hit the gram man my focus all wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Martin
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