Six feet down still talking bout shit
Got payed for the time that i spent on the grit
Got blamed for the shit that you didnt clean up
Now famed for the bars that i nearly made up
Woh
Didnt even need they help
Now im looking real good ey
I aint made of goddamn clay
How you think i got my voice
How you think i end my day
I kill it
Never look back till i make it
Never think twice for i smile
I aint gonna change my style
Bitch im gonna make you high
Witch is it that makes you vile
Damascus steel till i snap betta watch your mouth
Motherf*cker got eyes on the moon
Till a vase cracks for the 17nth time comin soon dont blink
Even i chill when it means peace break down breathe
Take a good look wonder if it worth my time
But at times when i get blamed for the shit that you made up
Turn me to snap back
Why you looking at me like that
You aint even know my name
You aint gotta think the same
Im just tryna do my job
Just trying to give some love
Now a voice telling me to speak my mind
Another one begging that i just calm down
Back to first one put him in the ground
Second one saying that he likes that sound
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That i aint wearing them just for show
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That if you talk shit then i might blow
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im feeling like i got hit by a truck
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im just not really giving a f*ck
Im addicted to the steel
Im addicted to the rain
Im addicted to the reason that it give god pray for me
God pray for me make way for me
Damn shame on me the bell has rung and ive turned to be the
One that holds the rain from falling down to earth n rain on me
Collect it up and water trees forsake the reason that it seeds to grow and make life of me
Now i chose to wear some pants and smile at life and take the jokes with me
Cleaning in up the waste n weight thats pulling down im feeling like im hermes now
How the f*ck i end up writing bout my shit
Im Back to pants for now
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That i aint wearing them just fo show
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That if you talk shit then i might blow
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im feelin like i got hit by a truck
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im just not really giving a f*ck
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Six feet down still talking bout shit
Got payed for the time that i spent on the grit
Got blamed for the shit that you didnt clean up
Now famed for the bars that i nearly made up
Woh
Didnt even need they help
Now im looking real good ey
I aint made of goddamn clay
How you think i got my voice
How you think i end my day
I kill it
Never look back till i make it
Never think twice for i smile
I aint gonna change my style
Bitch im gonna make you high
Witch is it that makes you vile
Damascus steel till i snap betta watch your mouth
Motherf*cker got eyes on the moon
Till a vase cracks for the 17nth time comin soon dont blink
Even i chill when it means peace break down breathe
Take a good look wonder if it worth my time
But at times when i get blamed for the shit that you made up
Turn me to snap back
Why you looking at me like that
You aint even know my name
You aint gotta think the same
Im just tryna do my job
Just trying to give some love
Now a voice telling me to speak my mind
Another one begging that i just calm down
Back to first one put him in the ground
Second one saying that he likes that sound
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That i aint wearing them just for show
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That if you talk shit then i might blow
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im feeling like i got hit by a truck
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im just not really giving a f*ck
Im addicted to the steel
Im addicted to the rain
Im addicted to the reason that it give god pray for me
God pray for me make way for me
Damn shame on me the bell has rung and ive turned to be the
One that holds the rain from falling down to earth n rain on me
Collect it up and water trees forsake the reason that it seeds to grow and make life of me
Now i chose to wear some pants and smile at life and take the jokes with me
Cleaning in up the waste n weight thats pulling down im feeling like im hermes now
How the f*ck i end up writing bout my shit
Im Back to pants for now
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That i aint wearing them just fo show
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That if you talk shit then i might blow
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im feelin like i got hit by a truck
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im just not really giving a f*ck
Got payed for the time that i spent on the grit
Got blamed for the shit that you didnt clean up
Now famed for the bars that i nearly made up
Woh
Didnt even need they help
Now im looking real good ey
I aint made of goddamn clay
How you think i got my voice
How you think i end my day
I kill it
Never look back till i make it
Never think twice for i smile
I aint gonna change my style
Bitch im gonna make you high
Witch is it that makes you vile
Damascus steel till i snap betta watch your mouth
Motherf*cker got eyes on the moon
Till a vase cracks for the 17nth time comin soon dont blink
Even i chill when it means peace break down breathe
Take a good look wonder if it worth my time
But at times when i get blamed for the shit that you made up
Turn me to snap back
Why you looking at me like that
You aint even know my name
You aint gotta think the same
Im just tryna do my job
Just trying to give some love
Now a voice telling me to speak my mind
Another one begging that i just calm down
Back to first one put him in the ground
Second one saying that he likes that sound
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That i aint wearing them just for show
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That if you talk shit then i might blow
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im feeling like i got hit by a truck
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im just not really giving a f*ck
Im addicted to the steel
Im addicted to the rain
Im addicted to the reason that it give god pray for me
God pray for me make way for me
Damn shame on me the bell has rung and ive turned to be the
One that holds the rain from falling down to earth n rain on me
Collect it up and water trees forsake the reason that it seeds to grow and make life of me
Now i chose to wear some pants and smile at life and take the jokes with me
Cleaning in up the waste n weight thats pulling down im feeling like im hermes now
How the f*ck i end up writing bout my shit
Im Back to pants for now
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That i aint wearing them just fo show
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That if you talk shit then i might blow
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im feelin like i got hit by a truck
If you see me wearing my pjays just know
That im just not really giving a f*ck
Writer: Ainsley Silver
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