Spliffs (feat. Bobby Raps)
I been in a daze, gettin' blazed everyday
Gettin' paid with my man, smokin Js to the face
In the land of the snow, land of the vacant
Scandinavian piano rolls on my playlist
Damn, like I open up the ears of the ancients
And play [?] during improvisation
The fam is the standin', ventilating Nu Age
The clan gives no answers what can I say vanish like
I'm Dracula and the mirror and the candlelight
Henny boys so the antics kinda shoddy vibin'
Now I'm in the lair with the manic fan Bobby Raps...
... and produces - where you at?
I get no coverage like a bum in the winter
Ain't ate shit all day I guess this blunt is for dinner
I run with them sinners, the hunger in my stomach it lingers
Just hit a couple of stingers that look like gorilla fingers
I tell my baby bro let's go - tear the block up
I'll stop rappin' when they lock them fuckin' cops up
On a quest for fulfillment, my expectations are low
Another year in the life, I guess it's taking it's toll huh
I'm Chester like my long lost brother
300 like Keith Cozart mixed with Gerard Butler
Scars on my face remindin' me of all my mistakes
That's why I bought me these chains
So I never forgot where I came
You uh wah who do fuck
Bitch I am a trooper duh
Hit your ass like booya kuh
These boys slow, time to go, vamanos
Your bars like Rey Mysterio, they on the ropes
I don't give a fuck what your man said
I got more bars than a light skinned Xan head
Your world domination plan dead
And these other boys spoon fed
St Paul with his tomb...
Gettin' paid with my man, smokin Js to the face
In the land of the snow, land of the vacant
Scandinavian piano rolls on my playlist
Damn, like I open up the ears of the ancients
And play [?] during improvisation
The fam is the standin', ventilating Nu Age
The clan gives no answers what can I say vanish like
I'm Dracula and the mirror and the candlelight
Henny boys so the antics kinda shoddy vibin'
Now I'm in the lair with the manic fan Bobby Raps...
... and produces - where you at?
I get no coverage like a bum in the winter
Ain't ate shit all day I guess this blunt is for dinner
I run with them sinners, the hunger in my stomach it lingers
Just hit a couple of stingers that look like gorilla fingers
I tell my baby bro let's go - tear the block up
I'll stop rappin' when they lock them fuckin' cops up
On a quest for fulfillment, my expectations are low
Another year in the life, I guess it's taking it's toll huh
I'm Chester like my long lost brother
300 like Keith Cozart mixed with Gerard Butler
Scars on my face remindin' me of all my mistakes
That's why I bought me these chains
So I never forgot where I came
You uh wah who do fuck
Bitch I am a trooper duh
Hit your ass like booya kuh
These boys slow, time to go, vamanos
Your bars like Rey Mysterio, they on the ropes
I don't give a fuck what your man said
I got more bars than a light skinned Xan head
Your world domination plan dead
And these other boys spoon fed
St Paul with his tomb...
Credits
Writer(s): Montrell Haymon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 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.