Cimmerian Freestyle

One shot for all of my woes
One more for my hoes and show offs
You standing too close
Two shots now you're gone

Mike Perry yo I got your nose
Bish this is my shot
I done came from the dirt
You might call it third world

Pour some more pour some more underground
Like an inch you too short
Yeah you're playing my sport
Sip that bish sip that bish pass that mud

I'm a stud you a bluff
Yeah my blood is too tough
Yeah you played yo lil game
But still I got control

I get faded for fun not to run
I'm a ninja and this is, you a turtle
Lie your way into none, you freestyle yeah you battle
Bitch compose then you stutter

In Bolivia you dying
All my niggas be thuggin'
CIA, DEA we know nothing
I believe you, but still I don't trust you

I don't trust you

Sip that bish pass that green
Yeah I fly in a spaceship coming straight up from Saturn
I'm the eighth day of creation, yeah, I'm Octavio
Shut yo mouth you be runnin'

Hit a lick on your block
Take a piss on your manners
I'm so sick of you clowns
Off the Henny my sound is too loud

One more shot for all you gunners
A deep one for all the above
Who stood by their brothers
Fuck all y'all I ain't vowing

All you made was stay silent
Turn some into nuttin'
Fuck all of your order
In my mind there's no borders

I get geeked you a stoner
Six feet three in this league bitch I'm Curry
Shoot all of your shots till you hit autopilot

All my guns automatic
All my goons alcoholics
You fools feed off my product

And I pour, pour, pour
I pour for the love that is gone
Pour for the grief that I hold

Pour to forget I'm alone
Pour to deceiving the pound
Pour so I mix with the sound
Pour so I feel what I am

Pour so I mirror what I was
Pour, pour, pour
I pour for the love that is gone
I pour for the grief that I hold

Pour to forget I'm alone
Pour to deceive from the pound
Pour so I mix with the sound

Your tools be the same that your bosses on top be providing
Ain't no use for my group if divided
So I keep the union with money
Foo I'm loose on the juice

Yeah I'm blinded by losses
I need me a baddie that cooks dale mami
Fuck your bitch, fuck your chain, fuck gold teeth
Fuck your team, fuck you say lil bitch

Pour some more, pour some more, pour some more
And a shot, and a shot, and a shot
Pour some more, pour some more, put it on
You boutta get shot, you a blank

Ten dollars can fake in the blank
Don't holla me your ship already sank
Your bitch stankin' rosé and my skunk
And I don't even pass on the smoke

Shot for my bros that is broke
Shot for the haters on top
I'm trapping on 654
Don't blame me for this, it's your fault

I ain't the same, then of course
I saved my best for the worst
Oh I get comfort by pissin' on y'all
Nah, actually fuck it's all love

I ain't care enough, diss any bums
I'm faded, I'm trapping this sauce on this run
Drowning in starless power
I'm a ravi in this you a parrot

My choppa be spitting in tongues
It will cure you from all your wrongs
Hold up all your prayers
Cause you will be gone

Say bye to your mother, say bye to your mom
I'm chewing this trap shit like gum
I'm letting you go with some ease

I ain't sayin' none that I seen
It's scary to y'all cause you weak
You don't understand, this is me not my peak
I'm thinking my plan as we speak

My mind isn't right, but it's fierce
My time is right now Imma win
A shot for your block it's all set

No cops yeah we know it's fuck 12
My bricks on the low wrapped in velvet
Give up I don't know? That's a never
My niggas be formed, they be clever

I'm a sinner if I don't pull the trigger
I have seen it fuck up, but I'm bigger
Can't repeat my mistakes which I learned

Can't forget all my effort I earned
Till I figure out my future, I'll pour
Till I pass out for sure, I'mma sip it
Till I numb all the pain smoke that sour

And I pour, pour, pour

And I pour all the Love that is gone
And I pour the grief that I hold
And I pour to forget I'm alone
And I pour to deceive from the pound

Pour so I mix with the sound
And I pour so I feel what I am
And I pour so I've seen what it was
And I pour, pour, pour, pour

Pour for the getalong
Pour for the Love that is gone
Pour the grief that I hold

Pour to forget I'm alone
Pour to deceive from the pound
Pour so I mix with the sound
Pour so I feel what I want

Yeah bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Octavio Roca
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