Promethazine
I'm paranoid, nobody at the spot, but I'm still clutching
Putting on for my whole set and get this bitch jumping
Pole on me like a freak, bitch, it's trying to hit something
Think I spoke too fast, this bitch hit anything
Bald heads on every magazine, shoot like Mr. Clean
Feeling loose off this hat like I popped a bean
I do my dance on that work, hit the shoulder lean
Think he pulling up to scrap me, watch him fight the beam
Your own mans cut your drink, you sip fake lean
You ain't sipping Prometh, that shit Listerine
Can kill two birds with one stone, make that birdie sing
And turn a one into a few if you stretch it clean
So tell me how I'm alive and still not in your top five
Since 2019, found all these beats looking up "Topside"
Been holding shit down on my side
They ask me why I'm not famous yet, cause I don't cock ride
Niggas surf my wave, they gon' sink, tryna ride my tide
Thought it was all comp, it's in my favor looking lopsided
Can switch the drip up, got different flavors
Whenever I rhyme, the black diamonds on my neck
Match the white buffs, looking like apartheid
Niggas ain't serious about this booth they do it part time
Only thing on my mind is drop heat whenever I slide
Told the world they can't box me, I'm too locked in
Told myself I wouldn't leave the booth without a top ten
I'm talking Billboard 100 with the top spins
And haters talking down on me
But I'm up now, so she gon' shoot this bag for me
And run it up now
I'm up now, so she gon' shoot this bag for me
And run it up now
And run it up now
Putting on for my whole set and get this bitch jumping
Pole on me like a freak, bitch, it's trying to hit something
Think I spoke too fast, this bitch hit anything
Bald heads on every magazine, shoot like Mr. Clean
Feeling loose off this hat like I popped a bean
I do my dance on that work, hit the shoulder lean
Think he pulling up to scrap me, watch him fight the beam
Your own mans cut your drink, you sip fake lean
You ain't sipping Prometh, that shit Listerine
Can kill two birds with one stone, make that birdie sing
And turn a one into a few if you stretch it clean
So tell me how I'm alive and still not in your top five
Since 2019, found all these beats looking up "Topside"
Been holding shit down on my side
They ask me why I'm not famous yet, cause I don't cock ride
Niggas surf my wave, they gon' sink, tryna ride my tide
Thought it was all comp, it's in my favor looking lopsided
Can switch the drip up, got different flavors
Whenever I rhyme, the black diamonds on my neck
Match the white buffs, looking like apartheid
Niggas ain't serious about this booth they do it part time
Only thing on my mind is drop heat whenever I slide
Told the world they can't box me, I'm too locked in
Told myself I wouldn't leave the booth without a top ten
I'm talking Billboard 100 with the top spins
And haters talking down on me
But I'm up now, so she gon' shoot this bag for me
And run it up now
I'm up now, so she gon' shoot this bag for me
And run it up now
And run it up now
Credits
Writer(s): Cold Marino
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.