Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aite bub, cool story,
Light bulb, memories of blue light blight skull
Clippers of flight, dark glitter at night, shit
Know I gotta get it, I ain't livin' right, shit, depending on perception
Could call it deflection, I could care less
Even odds, guess who could fare best, no shots could bury my bare chest
Just bare teeth at necks, who next? Type to hear the 808s, get turned into flecks
Said they the type to overstress to impress, flex for feminesce, really lookin depressed
Ya lack of sex showing, shit
Pumpin the coal, engine cold, lets get goin
Im'a bit lower, mood jaded as my birthstone
Bloodthirsty and my punch gone, I get a rush from the stage
I wake up I'm in my clutch zone
Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aight bruh, whatever
I can read ya soul, I never needed Rosetta, I'm one better
Too aloof, to spoofs invest no cheddar
Chase only things of worth, while getting most high
I'm taking niggas to church
Shit, most guys just hittin' you with a verse
While I'm thinkin' in my head 'Well this coulda been worse'
I popped up outta my shell, might lead me to a hearse
No one live forever but I'ma hit the switch, surge
The lightning strike, purple haze from my lit nerves
Keepin on the path, we steady if we should hit curb
Cause uh
Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aight but uh... shit
First take nigga
Rey Morado - Flexicon (Prod. Intalek Uno the Consigliere) Lyrics
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Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aite bub, cool story,
Light bulb, memories of blue light blight skull
Clippers of flight, dark glitter at night, shit
Know I gotta get it, I ain't livin' right, shit, depending on perception
Could call it deflection, I could care less
Even odds, guess who could fare best, no shots could bury my bare chest
Just bare teeth at necks, who next? Type to hear the 808s, get turned into flecks
Said they the type to overstress to impress, flex for feminesce, really lookin depressed
Ya lack of sex showing, shit
Pumpin the coal, engine cold, lets get goin
Im'a bit lower, mood jaded as my birthstone
Bloodthirsty and my punch gone, I get a rush from the stage
I wake up I'm in my clutch zone
Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aight bruh, whatever
I can read ya soul, I never needed Rosetta, I'm one better
Too aloof, to spoofs invest no cheddar
Chase only things of worth, while getting most high
I'm taking niggas to church
Shit, most guys just hittin' you with a verse
While I'm thinkin' in my head 'Well this coulda been worse'
I popped up outta my shell, might lead me to a hearse
No one live forever but I'ma hit the switch, surge
The lightning strike, purple haze from my lit nerves
Keepin on the path, we steady if we should hit curb
Cause uh
Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aight but uh... shit
First take nigga
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aite bub, cool story,
Light bulb, memories of blue light blight skull
Clippers of flight, dark glitter at night, shit
Know I gotta get it, I ain't livin' right, shit, depending on perception
Could call it deflection, I could care less
Even odds, guess who could fare best, no shots could bury my bare chest
Just bare teeth at necks, who next? Type to hear the 808s, get turned into flecks
Said they the type to overstress to impress, flex for feminesce, really lookin depressed
Ya lack of sex showing, shit
Pumpin the coal, engine cold, lets get goin
Im'a bit lower, mood jaded as my birthstone
Bloodthirsty and my punch gone, I get a rush from the stage
I wake up I'm in my clutch zone
Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aight bruh, whatever
I can read ya soul, I never needed Rosetta, I'm one better
Too aloof, to spoofs invest no cheddar
Chase only things of worth, while getting most high
I'm taking niggas to church
Shit, most guys just hittin' you with a verse
While I'm thinkin' in my head 'Well this coulda been worse'
I popped up outta my shell, might lead me to a hearse
No one live forever but I'ma hit the switch, surge
The lightning strike, purple haze from my lit nerves
Keepin on the path, we steady if we should hit curb
Cause uh
Err nigga got the gas huh? Oh this that good shit that you pass huh?
Would pay my meter, prolly fail my test
My test ain't shit, Riddle score his the best
Apparently huh?
I go through too much shit just to get this bud
Aight but uh... shit
First take nigga
Writer: ERIK TUFT
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