This boulevard of broken dreams, whispers of unspoken things
I draw my dagger from its sheath, I draw the line and grit my teeth
I take my time and take a seat, and listen for those out for me
I got my nine to keep the peace, I've wisened up Young Socrates
Bitch, please, suck on these, do these solo leads with ease
I get money, yeah, I get cheese. Feels like it's sunny, a hundred degrees
Know that I'm cool and there ain't a breeze
She gon' come suck it that's straight through the briefs
Straight for the jugular, that's how it be
Got a murder burger if you want beef
Snakes in the grass, kill that copperhead dead
We don't do body shots, pop at your head
I got a chopper, like I trimmed a hedge
I'm at your front door, I came with a sledge
Sledge
Tired of just seeing red
Tryna get over this motherf*ckin' ridge
But I'm still over here under this bridge
This boulevard of broken dreams, whispers of unspoken things
I draw my dagger from its sheath, I draw the line and grit my teeth
I take my time and take a seat, and listen for those out for me
I got my nine to keep the peace, I've wisened up Young Socrates
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This boulevard of broken dreams, whispers of unspoken things
I draw my dagger from its sheath, I draw the line and grit my teeth
I take my time and take a seat, and listen for those out for me
I got my nine to keep the peace, I've wisened up Young Socrates
Bitch, please, suck on these, do these solo leads with ease
I get money, yeah, I get cheese. Feels like it's sunny, a hundred degrees
Know that I'm cool and there ain't a breeze
She gon' come suck it that's straight through the briefs
Straight for the jugular, that's how it be
Got a murder burger if you want beef
Snakes in the grass, kill that copperhead dead
We don't do body shots, pop at your head
I got a chopper, like I trimmed a hedge
I'm at your front door, I came with a sledge
Sledge
Tired of just seeing red
Tryna get over this motherf*ckin' ridge
But I'm still over here under this bridge
This boulevard of broken dreams, whispers of unspoken things
I draw my dagger from its sheath, I draw the line and grit my teeth
I take my time and take a seat, and listen for those out for me
I got my nine to keep the peace, I've wisened up Young Socrates
I draw my dagger from its sheath, I draw the line and grit my teeth
I take my time and take a seat, and listen for those out for me
I got my nine to keep the peace, I've wisened up Young Socrates
Bitch, please, suck on these, do these solo leads with ease
I get money, yeah, I get cheese. Feels like it's sunny, a hundred degrees
Know that I'm cool and there ain't a breeze
She gon' come suck it that's straight through the briefs
Straight for the jugular, that's how it be
Got a murder burger if you want beef
Snakes in the grass, kill that copperhead dead
We don't do body shots, pop at your head
I got a chopper, like I trimmed a hedge
I'm at your front door, I came with a sledge
Sledge
Tired of just seeing red
Tryna get over this motherf*ckin' ridge
But I'm still over here under this bridge
This boulevard of broken dreams, whispers of unspoken things
I draw my dagger from its sheath, I draw the line and grit my teeth
I take my time and take a seat, and listen for those out for me
I got my nine to keep the peace, I've wisened up Young Socrates
Writer: London Elliott
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