My mind sing for me a symphony paki this still the prelude
Whack rappers trip at brown bars like a Babe Ruth
Bring the spice like K2, smoke, toke, choke lay him down on the floor till his face blue
On the dead locs, keep the head stoned till the headstone
He screaming f*ck the world cut a notch in his bedpost
Butter scotch he stay grounded, parents know best and now they frowning
Sound says get the pounds out to get the pounds in
Start with ounces, empty houses, Betty Crocker kick it like a Shaolin
Streets are angry like road rage
Homemade cookies keep it secret like codenames
They don't know, they don't see, keep it it that way
Oh dear the odour please Febreeze it away?
Leading the way, unique I'm a needle in hay
Stack, stack stacks, in a week I fill a backpack
A duffle, a suitcase, cabbage in the luggage
Touché babble you a lion where your courage
Cruising out to Oz, you need to cut it like when hair grows
The birds don't touch you...f*cker you a scarecrow
You aren't metal, stones are looking hella yellow
Red Lou'bs, dead shoes, he sit trussed like limoncello
The boi tied up, think for yourself
Or try to, I guess
Hope shit works out like physical health
When the pockets full up I keep the bills in my belt
If you cocked at my guap I got a feeling you'll fail
I put the lock up in the sock, and I'm ringing your bell
Express delivery, local like celery
Homegrown, step and look down like a mezzanine
Wrestling with the idea I ain't the best in here
But I KO, take notes ho, and I disappear
I'm blessed by breath, fresh to death, I whip hearses
Backchat, you act up, I rehearsed it
I'm blessed by breath, fresh to death, I whip hearses
Backchat, you act up, I rehearsed it
NWG Krish - Steel Lyrics
NWG Krish - Steel Lyrics
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My mind sing for me a symphony paki this still the prelude
Whack rappers trip at brown bars like a Babe Ruth
Bring the spice like K2, smoke, toke, choke lay him down on the floor till his face blue
On the dead locs, keep the head stoned till the headstone
He screaming f*ck the world cut a notch in his bedpost
Butter scotch he stay grounded, parents know best and now they frowning
Sound says get the pounds out to get the pounds in
Start with ounces, empty houses, Betty Crocker kick it like a Shaolin
Streets are angry like road rage
Homemade cookies keep it secret like codenames
They don't know, they don't see, keep it it that way
Oh dear the odour please Febreeze it away?
Leading the way, unique I'm a needle in hay
Stack, stack stacks, in a week I fill a backpack
A duffle, a suitcase, cabbage in the luggage
Touché babble you a lion where your courage
Cruising out to Oz, you need to cut it like when hair grows
The birds don't touch you...f*cker you a scarecrow
You aren't metal, stones are looking hella yellow
Red Lou'bs, dead shoes, he sit trussed like limoncello
The boi tied up, think for yourself
Or try to, I guess
Hope shit works out like physical health
When the pockets full up I keep the bills in my belt
If you cocked at my guap I got a feeling you'll fail
I put the lock up in the sock, and I'm ringing your bell
Express delivery, local like celery
Homegrown, step and look down like a mezzanine
Wrestling with the idea I ain't the best in here
But I KO, take notes ho, and I disappear
I'm blessed by breath, fresh to death, I whip hearses
Backchat, you act up, I rehearsed it
I'm blessed by breath, fresh to death, I whip hearses
Backchat, you act up, I rehearsed it
Whack rappers trip at brown bars like a Babe Ruth
Bring the spice like K2, smoke, toke, choke lay him down on the floor till his face blue
On the dead locs, keep the head stoned till the headstone
He screaming f*ck the world cut a notch in his bedpost
Butter scotch he stay grounded, parents know best and now they frowning
Sound says get the pounds out to get the pounds in
Start with ounces, empty houses, Betty Crocker kick it like a Shaolin
Streets are angry like road rage
Homemade cookies keep it secret like codenames
They don't know, they don't see, keep it it that way
Oh dear the odour please Febreeze it away?
Leading the way, unique I'm a needle in hay
Stack, stack stacks, in a week I fill a backpack
A duffle, a suitcase, cabbage in the luggage
Touché babble you a lion where your courage
Cruising out to Oz, you need to cut it like when hair grows
The birds don't touch you...f*cker you a scarecrow
You aren't metal, stones are looking hella yellow
Red Lou'bs, dead shoes, he sit trussed like limoncello
The boi tied up, think for yourself
Or try to, I guess
Hope shit works out like physical health
When the pockets full up I keep the bills in my belt
If you cocked at my guap I got a feeling you'll fail
I put the lock up in the sock, and I'm ringing your bell
Express delivery, local like celery
Homegrown, step and look down like a mezzanine
Wrestling with the idea I ain't the best in here
But I KO, take notes ho, and I disappear
I'm blessed by breath, fresh to death, I whip hearses
Backchat, you act up, I rehearsed it
I'm blessed by breath, fresh to death, I whip hearses
Backchat, you act up, I rehearsed it
Writer: Joshua Masson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid