RIOT
Well if it sound like a riot
Then it probably is
And if it smell like a fire
Let that smoke fill ya ribs
If you think you know nothing
You got nothing to learn
Oo watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
First thing I did when I got off of the meds
I started coughing up oddities
Molotoving my stress
Peel a box of wasabi
And then I pop out the roof
42 goons in the lobby
And they got something to prove
But no plan
My sweat glands don't react to the nonsense
You want the action I'm Bronson
I got the stash like a Swanson
Take a
Pit stop
Let's get it p-p-p-popping
Shit I be
Pissed off when I'm in the garage rocking
For real
Someone come in just to say to stop with the grill
You fucking up my vibes like a sock on a spill
My grandma been flossing and pops been off of the pills
Said that I am the shit took one to prove that I'm real
My main girl and side girl both said I ain't shit
Spliff 90 percent grabba I still never smoke cigs
Shit burnt to a crisp, boxing my thoughts and my ribs
If I hit you at a time like this I'm probably shmizzed
Fuck
Man I wish she would just pick up the fucking phone
Bitch you better pick up the fucking phone, I swear to god
Well if it sound like a riot
Then it probably is
And if it smell like a fire
Let that smoke fill ya ribs
If you think you know nothing
You got nothing to learn
Ooo watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
Yeahh
Riding dirty was a fool hearted plan
Damn the boys on my ass and I got dro in my hand
This flow ain't go quite exactly to planned
But it ain't a shit show until some shit hit a fan
(Ugh)
Swing the rock and I'm jamming
I'm in the paint doing damage
Let's make a baby Liz Cambage
And then we raise him in Cambridge
From rapping I'm nameless
But just wait till I sing
The fix is in, why try to win
I'm playing violin
With my teeth
Drivers seat
Half-assing
Ass Backwards
Half asking
If you wouldn't mind
Splitting the backwoods
And then making me lunch
And then lifting me up
I'm a bad habit baby
I picked two of them up
The strong do what they can, the weak do what they must
(Trust)
Well shit, I been living it up
It's a riot outside and we been yelling for months
But ain't no need to be scared unless it come to a hush
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
Well if it sound like a riot
Then it probably is
And if it smell like a fire
Let that smoke fill ya ribs
If you think you know nothing
You got nothing to learn
Oo watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
I can't explain it I've been feeling kind of strange
I can't explain what I'm left with
Get sentimental when I catch these
Did they call out my name
It all sounds the same
From the rooftop
All I heard was flames
Did they call out my name
It all sounds the same
When I'm falling, falling, falling, falling
Falling
Then it probably is
And if it smell like a fire
Let that smoke fill ya ribs
If you think you know nothing
You got nothing to learn
Oo watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
First thing I did when I got off of the meds
I started coughing up oddities
Molotoving my stress
Peel a box of wasabi
And then I pop out the roof
42 goons in the lobby
And they got something to prove
But no plan
My sweat glands don't react to the nonsense
You want the action I'm Bronson
I got the stash like a Swanson
Take a
Pit stop
Let's get it p-p-p-popping
Shit I be
Pissed off when I'm in the garage rocking
For real
Someone come in just to say to stop with the grill
You fucking up my vibes like a sock on a spill
My grandma been flossing and pops been off of the pills
Said that I am the shit took one to prove that I'm real
My main girl and side girl both said I ain't shit
Spliff 90 percent grabba I still never smoke cigs
Shit burnt to a crisp, boxing my thoughts and my ribs
If I hit you at a time like this I'm probably shmizzed
Fuck
Man I wish she would just pick up the fucking phone
Bitch you better pick up the fucking phone, I swear to god
Well if it sound like a riot
Then it probably is
And if it smell like a fire
Let that smoke fill ya ribs
If you think you know nothing
You got nothing to learn
Ooo watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
Yeahh
Riding dirty was a fool hearted plan
Damn the boys on my ass and I got dro in my hand
This flow ain't go quite exactly to planned
But it ain't a shit show until some shit hit a fan
(Ugh)
Swing the rock and I'm jamming
I'm in the paint doing damage
Let's make a baby Liz Cambage
And then we raise him in Cambridge
From rapping I'm nameless
But just wait till I sing
The fix is in, why try to win
I'm playing violin
With my teeth
Drivers seat
Half-assing
Ass Backwards
Half asking
If you wouldn't mind
Splitting the backwoods
And then making me lunch
And then lifting me up
I'm a bad habit baby
I picked two of them up
The strong do what they can, the weak do what they must
(Trust)
Well shit, I been living it up
It's a riot outside and we been yelling for months
But ain't no need to be scared unless it come to a hush
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
If it sound like (mm, mm, mm)
Well if it sound like a riot
Then it probably is
And if it smell like a fire
Let that smoke fill ya ribs
If you think you know nothing
You got nothing to learn
Oo watch it burn, burn, burn
Watch it burn, burn, burn
I can't explain it I've been feeling kind of strange
I can't explain what I'm left with
Get sentimental when I catch these
Did they call out my name
It all sounds the same
From the rooftop
All I heard was flames
Did they call out my name
It all sounds the same
When I'm falling, falling, falling, falling
Falling
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Writer(s): Jesse Mccormick-evans
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