Lord Kayso - Trumpets Lyrics

Lord have mercy

I've been burning my house down.
The shit is filled with smoke and
There's a whole bunch of roach
Because my mommy still in Jersey.
Yo
I don't like to listen
They does say hard ears kids must feel
Confrontation
See I feel what I'm facing is only temporary
Stack my ones then get into my own sanctuary
Yo I tried to play with cards but it just wasn't for me
Always bad at spades
My loud packs like hand Grenades
Back to flipping sour cause my job got stingy hours
If I
Get off my ass
Do illustrations for the dollar
My shorties painting pictures of niggas falling victim to the dollar
I guess I'm inspiration for that ass
Holla
Holla uh

Run and clean before ya moms dem
Pop up on the scene looking mean nigga
Uh uh
Coming through with your sister and her seeds
They about to cause a stampede
Yaoooo
It's mega fun
Talking in this voice
I don't know what the psh
Uh yo
Bitches getting moist by the sound
I just like that ass turn around

Yo you ever heard of Chefwater
Slice
He give advice and put his staff into the best waters
Man gon rip your scantron you try test on him
Finesser of the flimstone people them
Yau feel me

Ayo
I was on the block kicking
Tripping off ciroc
Sticky sticking to my fingers twisting sim simmas
Really
F*ck a ziggy and that ping pong
Cuff my chest this that King Kong
Okay back to the hiatus
Kinda got bored when I started to write pages
So I started drawing on them
& turned into light paintings
Starting to like patience
Making straight lines
Painting little yellows
In towns that's so grey
They take souls at young ages
So I'm booking vacations for summers in St.Thomas
Though tomorrow ain't promised
Hope I don't waste my bread

I hope I don't waste it