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Dromatic - Silver Spoons Lyrics



Dromatic - Silver Spoons Lyrics




I see the money and my eye twitches
Sweep away the competition acting like some witches
Along with eye twitches I can't help but fidget
In a place I don't belong, man I really wish that I was kidding
Having genie wishes
These the days that I can not afford the items in my wishlist
Late at night and I don't count the sheep I count the f*cking digits
Everything is seeming like a money prison
Wasn't born with silver spoons, was running cross them muddy bridges
I f*cking did it
Convincing y'all to listen - maybe there's something missing
Insatiated feeling and I don't even have a Mrs. (I do)
The way I do this shit is simply none your business
Around the rats and now I'm surely livid
You Would think I'm Casemiro how they see me pivot
And Now I'm shooting targets with this metaphorical rhythm
Too important to miss it
These right hooks will give you stitches
You think that dressing like me will give you bitches?
You gon' need a handful of genie wishes

There ain't no cause for celebration
Cuz I ain't made it yet
I ain't even give my monma single day to rest
Ain't got no patience left
Ask for a feature imma show whats the drake effect
First job was making sure them tables set
Now I don't even f*cking break a sweat
Ak 47 spread I f*cking break your neck

Yall live in some glass houses
10 years time I ain't gon be the one who crash couches
Gon be the one with highly decorated lounges
Pad mouses
Middle of winter the storm is coming, really black clouded
By the grit of my teeth I got these cash pouches
Within the poetry I can feel that my soul is founded

Ocean breezes I could do this every season
With this rap shit I got no better reason
Better believe it, visionary poet you could see me breathing
Word to mommy, ain't gon see me pleading
Entering first prime and I'm still in rookie season
Wanna see me 6 feet deep in it
High value on the secrets that I'm keeping
Point the barrel, and I leave him sleeping
Begging for a feature like a puppy teething
I stay drippy like an open nose
Shooting stars, still believing in the Horoscope
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I see the money and my eye twitches
Sweep away the competition acting like some witches
Along with eye twitches I can't help but fidget
In a place I don't belong, man I really wish that I was kidding
Having genie wishes
These the days that I can not afford the items in my wishlist
Late at night and I don't count the sheep I count the f*cking digits
Everything is seeming like a money prison
Wasn't born with silver spoons, was running cross them muddy bridges
I f*cking did it
Convincing y'all to listen - maybe there's something missing
Insatiated feeling and I don't even have a Mrs. (I do)
The way I do this shit is simply none your business
Around the rats and now I'm surely livid
You Would think I'm Casemiro how they see me pivot
And Now I'm shooting targets with this metaphorical rhythm
Too important to miss it
These right hooks will give you stitches
You think that dressing like me will give you bitches?
You gon' need a handful of genie wishes

There ain't no cause for celebration
Cuz I ain't made it yet
I ain't even give my monma single day to rest
Ain't got no patience left
Ask for a feature imma show whats the drake effect
First job was making sure them tables set
Now I don't even f*cking break a sweat
Ak 47 spread I f*cking break your neck

Yall live in some glass houses
10 years time I ain't gon be the one who crash couches
Gon be the one with highly decorated lounges
Pad mouses
Middle of winter the storm is coming, really black clouded
By the grit of my teeth I got these cash pouches
Within the poetry I can feel that my soul is founded

Ocean breezes I could do this every season
With this rap shit I got no better reason
Better believe it, visionary poet you could see me breathing
Word to mommy, ain't gon see me pleading
Entering first prime and I'm still in rookie season
Wanna see me 6 feet deep in it
High value on the secrets that I'm keeping
Point the barrel, and I leave him sleeping
Begging for a feature like a puppy teething
I stay drippy like an open nose
Shooting stars, still believing in the Horoscope
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Writer: Diego Onofri
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Performed By: Dromatic
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Diego Onofri
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