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TOE-TAG

Jay Biago, CHRONIC (Oz), VansRat

PABLO, 2022, İngilizce

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Aye
'Bout to do this shit in one take
OM
Yuh, yo
Pass it to me, I make the breaks like Kurtis Blow
Do what you do in the dark but what when the curtains blow?
I never dealt but you rappers bragged if you served a cone
Or kept a burner close, I sit atop a deserted throne
Boycott when the boy cop a trendy sale
Coins drop when I make my shot like NBL
And middle fingers to the cunts who made me envy hell
Now they all respect me well, my set be held with every cell
I ain't gangsta, what I do's to protect
But if my buttons getting pressed then you fuckers getting pressed urgh
I'm unimpressed by you others, still I jest
OxyMorons a killer fest, dropping foes in a minute or less
I pay attention, never pay for attention
Prefer my words as murder weapons, best believe that we'll spray your section
I make tracks splurge when I play hooky
On the mic I'm A$AP Ferg with the BAPE hoodie
WA state, A grade, no cap
You know the pros stacked, get yourself a toe-tag
They say you are what you eat, I'm so track
I leave chicks who blow bags with blown backs; get blown back
WA state, A grade, no cap
You know the pros stacked, get yourself a toe-tag
They say you are what you eat, I'm so track
I leave chicks who blow bags with blown backs so get blown back
(Dunno how you do it in one take)
Living in pain like I'm sick of this brain
And these dumb dark thoughts because I'm on dope everyday
I need a long break or this life will fade
I take meds everyday just to mask the pain
Lyrical enthusiast with this hard shell I rip
And if I see you flops you know that imma pass the clip
You can tell by the way I cough that I pass the spliff
OM, mastered the art of the bars that we spit
Pain keeps hitting as the head spins kick in
Feeling like I'm nothing, motherfucker I ain't living
Ain't no friend group, bitch I don't fit in
I'm just piece in the puzzle, no winning
Rest in peace to my cousin, brother you're the one I'm missing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rest in peace to my cousin, brother you're the one I'm missing every single fuckin' day
WA state, A grade, no cap
You know the pros stacked, get yourself a toe-tag
They say you are what you eat, I'm so track
I leave chicks who blow bags with blown backs; get blown back
WA state, A grade, no cap
You know the pros stacked, get yourself a toe-tag
They say you are what you eat, I'm so track
I leave chicks who blow bags with blown backs so get blown back
Uh
I love myself then hate myself, the hate has advanced
My only ever dream is a stadium of fans
I tried to pray to God but I guess I ain't in his plans
Steady smoking his trees, slowly smoking his plants; damn
Eight grams daily, that's a quarter and a bit
Got bags on bags zipped like a hoarder or some shit
Break it into sticks, make it flip like a gymnast in this bitch
Sitting sick
Subliminal messages in my bars, I'm a hypnotist
Cunts preying on my downfall, an outlaw like I'm Jesse James
I've been obsessed with fame, but
How am I meant to be productive with every cone I see I punch it
Break to every function, lungs are fuckin' punctured, had a future now I fucked it (I fucked it)
WA state, A grade, no cap
You know the pros stacked, get yourself a toe-tag
They say you are what you eat, I'm so track
I leave chicks who blow bags with blown backs; get blown back
WA state, A grade, no cap
You know the pros stacked, get yourself a toe-tag
They say you are what you eat, I'm so track
I leave chicks who blow bags with blown backs so get blown back