Protect (feat. Wst. Taylor, Teathetruth & Kaleo Jacobs)
Yo I talk like an old soul
And dress like a new pharaoh
Stacking this Panera
So I can cop a few pairs
Yo this some new news
You might see it in the herald
Might see us cruise thru
Three deep Panera
Play for keeps
Brought some soldiers they come with me
Take the streets over
Can't foreshadow just what I see
All these dreams not over
We like the spot holders
Keep fighting not over
All faith and they hopeless
Living in a glass house you better be cautious
Raised in the city where they leave you with no options toxic street logic
Have you modest pacc in the bag better toss it
empty promises as the devil watches thoughtless conscious skinny Chris Wallace
Hoes and dirty dollas money phone you can call us
Weapon in these pajamas she stay with a machine that can Fry we watching futurama
Bass pump the llama 6 zeros that's 2 commas
Be speedy Gonzales no effort no mo drama
running off fuels through the rumors
Black suede pumas this that music designer for the consumers
Ayy
I'm that Martin Luther,
That writter type like a Martin Cruz-er
I'm Riding down the block, I see
They throwin hands like hallelujah
No Intruder. I'm the future
Spark the L, smoke the hookah
I'm Runnin up the stacks
Army forming like the RugaRuga
Battle under pressure
I'm that warrior called a Vet
Ain't no competition
Ain't no reason for me to even trip
Watch your tone, come correct
Cause I'm all about my respect
I die hard for this life
So best believe ima protect
Cash flow in the dash
Exotic roaches in the ash
Gassed off sour from my mans that came through potent through the bag
Bagged off color be the reason we still cautious in the back
Police and taxi seats similar I feel nautilus in a cab.
This winning good cuz I felt bad
This sinners hood
And we all masked
Pain evolved through inner life
Taught inner fuse and we all passed
Cops smooth spinning through the back
I got dudes winning and they black
This city love to test the odd
We got rules spending off a stack
I got cool sending niggas back
He move he in it and he rap
You snooze it's ended and we lapped
The pain and love an extra cost you hope spend it and get back
And dress like a new pharaoh
Stacking this Panera
So I can cop a few pairs
Yo this some new news
You might see it in the herald
Might see us cruise thru
Three deep Panera
Play for keeps
Brought some soldiers they come with me
Take the streets over
Can't foreshadow just what I see
All these dreams not over
We like the spot holders
Keep fighting not over
All faith and they hopeless
Living in a glass house you better be cautious
Raised in the city where they leave you with no options toxic street logic
Have you modest pacc in the bag better toss it
empty promises as the devil watches thoughtless conscious skinny Chris Wallace
Hoes and dirty dollas money phone you can call us
Weapon in these pajamas she stay with a machine that can Fry we watching futurama
Bass pump the llama 6 zeros that's 2 commas
Be speedy Gonzales no effort no mo drama
running off fuels through the rumors
Black suede pumas this that music designer for the consumers
Ayy
I'm that Martin Luther,
That writter type like a Martin Cruz-er
I'm Riding down the block, I see
They throwin hands like hallelujah
No Intruder. I'm the future
Spark the L, smoke the hookah
I'm Runnin up the stacks
Army forming like the RugaRuga
Battle under pressure
I'm that warrior called a Vet
Ain't no competition
Ain't no reason for me to even trip
Watch your tone, come correct
Cause I'm all about my respect
I die hard for this life
So best believe ima protect
Cash flow in the dash
Exotic roaches in the ash
Gassed off sour from my mans that came through potent through the bag
Bagged off color be the reason we still cautious in the back
Police and taxi seats similar I feel nautilus in a cab.
This winning good cuz I felt bad
This sinners hood
And we all masked
Pain evolved through inner life
Taught inner fuse and we all passed
Cops smooth spinning through the back
I got dudes winning and they black
This city love to test the odd
We got rules spending off a stack
I got cool sending niggas back
He move he in it and he rap
You snooze it's ended and we lapped
The pain and love an extra cost you hope spend it and get back
Credits
Writer(s): Soneta Srey
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