Vqcant - NPR Lyrics

Spit it watch it hit em' with the rhythm
In the middle of the eyes
Fright
Fear chills down that spine
F*ckin wit the kid we erase what you is bitch
I'm on my grind, uh
I'm on my grind like an XPR
F*ck school, gimme' a desk up on NPR
All of your lines are like candy bars
Aye

21 Savage my coat looking red
I split me some green let it go to my head
George A Romero I'm living but dead
Bloodshed
Looking like Wu-Tang
Kung fu, nuts hang
F*ck 69 f*ck a mustang
I'm finna charge you the chump change
North side guns bang
North side guns bang
Uh, Talk about it

Spit it watch it hit em' with the rhythm
In the middle of the eyes
Fright
Fear chills down that spine
F*ckin wit the kid we erase what you is bitch
I'm on my grind, uh
I'm on my grind like an XPR
F*ck school, gimme' a desk up on NPR
All of your lines are like candy bars
Aye, Uh

Shoutout my homies who got out the trap, uh
Making my own lane I'm never gonna back down
Write and recite then I pass it to Blvckehart
I am a master, using my black card, uh
Facing me losing your vision like Jon Jones
F*ck being friends wit the enemy, Stockholm
Sweden
Bruised and I'm beaten
I'm real all these pussies ain't talkin' bout feelings
Or f*cking emotions
I'm pouring my soul in this shit
Like I'm Marvin, Aretha
I'm trynna stay focused, uh
Kill em' wit kindness no Harry
My style on my point like a free throw, uh
It's about time that I come with the evidence
It's about time that you rest in the sediment
Fester in settlements
Fell to the fellowship, Aye

Spit it watch it hit em' with the rhythm
In the middle of the eyes
Fright
Fear chills down that spine
F*ckin wit the kid we erase what you is bitch
I'm on my grind, uh
I'm on my grind like an XPR
F*ck school, gimme' a desk up on NPR
All of your lines are like candy bars
Aye!