Bars IV
Don't make me set it off
Son ya light will die slow
Can't run what's ours back
Like daylight savings
My heavy payment against Dey light savings
Is never closer than a bald head shaving
That's a statement, never meant for cases
Flow like a tech but I don't leave no casings
On you squares like braces
With crutches winning races
How y'all even sprinters?
Put that wood in like a splinter
Help me pull out
So she know I ain't kidding
Wu-Tang for the children
Bottles meant for chilling
Models are too thinning
Need thickness for my misses
All my hits are misses
Major to my homies
Minor to these women
But I know they still digging
Diamond in the ruff
Doggy you ain't much
You was hard in the morning
But left soggy by my lunch
Guess the white flow soak you up
You Buss an 8 ball into dubs
After stomping and a cut
Still ya profit never up
As high as bleachy blunt
That's just me up in a rut
You are you, that's not enough
I am Me and that's a must
Light years from a buzz
But I'm drinking like a bum
Devil in a red dress
When you dead all you are is some spent checks
I don't need a mattress just to get rest
I don't need accounts just to keep my balance
Floating on my back these waves ain't ever crashing
I got million in my nightmares, I'm living like I'm dreaming
Broke as a joke, tripping over past lives
So when I fall see my grin up in cement
Still my minds eye seeking
Dry cries frequent
No water left except the flow that I speak with
Pinocios nose would never grown reciting what I'm leaking
There's a hole in your tank and we gon stretch it out VM
Pray your life away inside a church
Or run the demonds until your the blessing out
I might just blow the candle, what you wish for
A wish or more, could a genie even grant it, take for granted
I'm harder than granite, smarter than banners, pardon my manners
Take part in the slander, the rappers ain't rappers
They kiddies who never learned their grammar
I need a grammy before I lose my granny or I'm switching to the camera
Itching for attention, never bragging or flexing, I'm more malnourished
Picking off the peddles till I buy out the florist
You ain't got lilies?
No I don't need no roses
Stems with some thorns in
Drenched in endorphins
Benched as my sport picked, walk away like its cordless, write with a sore wrist
Light got me lured in, green like gatsby, overlapped at track meets
My life got a slapped knee, pop like trampolines and acne
I trample team at my own will, smithereens; juice is pulp filled
Red or blue, color clashing I'm eating both pills
That mean i see the fake but keep myself real
I mean i smoke the grass to keep the snakes in sight
I fear that ill out shine the darkest knight
But i been on some fake shit, like i dont got no feeling im in it for the cake shit
But when it boils down, my soul far from vacant, basho far from bacon
Kudos tall the station, playing all the same shit, they won't spin this second
Because it don't come with payment, why you playing
God mc and know you prey
Me with happiness is problem jumping off a bridge
Still landing im in these verses, going in im so immersive
I'm overworking, to prove that this flow is worth it
You think ya pen is golden mine is glowing like fleeces
You fiesting my fieces, im piecing as they puzzled by the puzzle pieces
I'm placing together with adhesive, bet this better then mona lisas
4 in the morning still rolling kiesha, fuck ya opinion dont wanna meet ya
Sipping some guiness rip ya to pieces, simple with sickles look like the reaper
Nah, I am never finished
Not until my whip make you think its rented
Watching who you with you can move it better
When i bust a move make need a medic
I just found a groove sharp as needles with it
High i could mid-flight feed a pidegeon
Besides i been the one tripping
Go ahead and show em this is dead proof
I think of suicide when the music stop
I really lose my mind its the sad truth
Rap done take my pride and my bread too
Put you in the square cant picture shit
Go and get this money is religious text
Stitched to the dome like mitch and ness
Victim with a phone who you leaving as
Son ya light will die slow
Can't run what's ours back
Like daylight savings
My heavy payment against Dey light savings
Is never closer than a bald head shaving
That's a statement, never meant for cases
Flow like a tech but I don't leave no casings
On you squares like braces
With crutches winning races
How y'all even sprinters?
Put that wood in like a splinter
Help me pull out
So she know I ain't kidding
Wu-Tang for the children
Bottles meant for chilling
Models are too thinning
Need thickness for my misses
All my hits are misses
Major to my homies
Minor to these women
But I know they still digging
Diamond in the ruff
Doggy you ain't much
You was hard in the morning
But left soggy by my lunch
Guess the white flow soak you up
You Buss an 8 ball into dubs
After stomping and a cut
Still ya profit never up
As high as bleachy blunt
That's just me up in a rut
You are you, that's not enough
I am Me and that's a must
Light years from a buzz
But I'm drinking like a bum
Devil in a red dress
When you dead all you are is some spent checks
I don't need a mattress just to get rest
I don't need accounts just to keep my balance
Floating on my back these waves ain't ever crashing
I got million in my nightmares, I'm living like I'm dreaming
Broke as a joke, tripping over past lives
So when I fall see my grin up in cement
Still my minds eye seeking
Dry cries frequent
No water left except the flow that I speak with
Pinocios nose would never grown reciting what I'm leaking
There's a hole in your tank and we gon stretch it out VM
Pray your life away inside a church
Or run the demonds until your the blessing out
I might just blow the candle, what you wish for
A wish or more, could a genie even grant it, take for granted
I'm harder than granite, smarter than banners, pardon my manners
Take part in the slander, the rappers ain't rappers
They kiddies who never learned their grammar
I need a grammy before I lose my granny or I'm switching to the camera
Itching for attention, never bragging or flexing, I'm more malnourished
Picking off the peddles till I buy out the florist
You ain't got lilies?
No I don't need no roses
Stems with some thorns in
Drenched in endorphins
Benched as my sport picked, walk away like its cordless, write with a sore wrist
Light got me lured in, green like gatsby, overlapped at track meets
My life got a slapped knee, pop like trampolines and acne
I trample team at my own will, smithereens; juice is pulp filled
Red or blue, color clashing I'm eating both pills
That mean i see the fake but keep myself real
I mean i smoke the grass to keep the snakes in sight
I fear that ill out shine the darkest knight
But i been on some fake shit, like i dont got no feeling im in it for the cake shit
But when it boils down, my soul far from vacant, basho far from bacon
Kudos tall the station, playing all the same shit, they won't spin this second
Because it don't come with payment, why you playing
God mc and know you prey
Me with happiness is problem jumping off a bridge
Still landing im in these verses, going in im so immersive
I'm overworking, to prove that this flow is worth it
You think ya pen is golden mine is glowing like fleeces
You fiesting my fieces, im piecing as they puzzled by the puzzle pieces
I'm placing together with adhesive, bet this better then mona lisas
4 in the morning still rolling kiesha, fuck ya opinion dont wanna meet ya
Sipping some guiness rip ya to pieces, simple with sickles look like the reaper
Nah, I am never finished
Not until my whip make you think its rented
Watching who you with you can move it better
When i bust a move make need a medic
I just found a groove sharp as needles with it
High i could mid-flight feed a pidegeon
Besides i been the one tripping
Go ahead and show em this is dead proof
I think of suicide when the music stop
I really lose my mind its the sad truth
Rap done take my pride and my bread too
Put you in the square cant picture shit
Go and get this money is religious text
Stitched to the dome like mitch and ness
Victim with a phone who you leaving as
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Writer(s): Spencer Mcmahon
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