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Data di rilascio: 28.07.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Silhouette |
We at the crossroads, this what the cards chose |
And when you cross those, you supposed to cross slow |
When the bar close, you need the barcode |
And when it’s on, then you better have your crossbow |
I weigh a ton so they put me in cargo |
Karma spinning like the wheels on the car go |
Armageddon on her heels in the wardrobe |
Imma get ‘em got it sealed in the cards, yo |
Got the big book full of jewels on the shelf bitch |
Diamonds in my brain cause my thoughts expensive |
Million dollar chain round my heart like a necklace |
Can’t breathe, unless I got my heart to myself bi |
You can’t get a piece of nothing I will leave you dry |
Leave you hanging from the wire on the ribbon in the sky |
It’s prescriptions when I’m rhyming this was written by a scribe |
It was given by Osiris it was gifted by the — |
Drifting like a pirate pussy catch me on the ship |
If you thought you got away with that I catch you on the flip Daydream about |
breaking all your bones for what you did |
Break your face, break your nose, break your jaw, break your ribs |
Two sprained ankles but I’m running from the cops |
Cell Phones out kids blowing up the spot |
Red tone outfit looking like she hot |
She said come and get it by the way I seen her stop |
But I gotta jet, trynna cop a jet |
Prayer beads wrapped round my chest on my neck |
Major League jackets on my black silhouette |
Gave the key passed it to the back then I stepped |
We at the crossroads, this what the cards chose |
And when you cross those, you supposed to cross slow |
When the bar close, you need the bar codes |
And when it’s on, then you better have your crossbow |
I weigh a ton so they put me in cargo |
Karma spinning like the wheels on the car go |
Armageddon on her heels in the wardrobe |
Imma get ‘em got it sealed in the cards |
(GRAM) |
Mec j’cherche à percer l’abcès je cherche à trouver l’accès |
Trop longtemps qu’je cherche le détonateur pour propulser |
Absent dans le rap j’le sais depuis longtemps j’le fait |
J’en ai lacher les bancs d’la fac tellement ils m’envoûté |
J’suis toujours là trois ans d’absence mec j’les ai surmontés |
Persisté, acharné, pour un jour exister |
C’est mon seul exutoire, faut que j’excelle c’est tout ce que je sais |
En moi trop de haine, trop d’agressivité, trop de compte à régler |
Avec cette plume j’me bats, avec ce mic j’combat |
Contre tous les gars qui me veulent du tort, et leurs coups bas |
Balance des rimes dans l’tas |
Foncedé comme un gros tas |
Embelli comme un gueta |
Ouais nous on nique l'état |
G-R-A-M ça |
Bouge ta tête quand j’frappe ça |
Toujours fidèle à la rue, et c’est pour elle que je j’fais ça |
J’fonce à 10 000 milles à l’heure, avec le pied près du gouffre |
Car cette putain de musique, est comme une drogue qui m'étouffe |