Getting ready i'm loading the tape
On the road to my escape
Bruises tears and scars
Feeling bipolar like two-face
I'm still thinking bout what you said
Now they only see two faces
F*ck politics f*ck presidents
And f*ck who's writing statements
It's funny my crodie bout action he playing charades
He don't got shit to say
Asking bout family these niggas keep stalking the page
F*ck who not here today
Stabbed my back and i still feel okay
Sharpen up your blades
Iron sharpens iron
And we bound to leave a dirty stain
It's three o'clock up on the wall
And I been sipping drinks
Brody got my back like nine o'clock
So don't you f*cking blink
Worried bout the timing and they let the ship f*cking sink
These niggas ain't original
It's pitiful they on the brink
Sorry for the weight hope you know this shit get critical
Trying to make a play
These niggas copy shit get difficult
I need my residuals for drugs and i need plentiful
Don't let them diminish you
And act like your shit typical
I done taught these niggas they my sons
But i'm one of one
Hoping that the kid not the run
I just don't post for fun
Niggas act tough can't put them up
But rapping bout guns
Feeling like the alpha
Shit ironic smoove the only one
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Getting ready i'm loading the tape
On the road to my escape
Bruises tears and scars
Feeling bipolar like two-face
I'm still thinking bout what you said
Now they only see two faces
F*ck politics f*ck presidents
And f*ck who's writing statements
It's funny my crodie bout action he playing charades
He don't got shit to say
Asking bout family these niggas keep stalking the page
F*ck who not here today
Stabbed my back and i still feel okay
Sharpen up your blades
Iron sharpens iron
And we bound to leave a dirty stain
It's three o'clock up on the wall
And I been sipping drinks
Brody got my back like nine o'clock
So don't you f*cking blink
Worried bout the timing and they let the ship f*cking sink
These niggas ain't original
It's pitiful they on the brink
Sorry for the weight hope you know this shit get critical
Trying to make a play
These niggas copy shit get difficult
I need my residuals for drugs and i need plentiful
Don't let them diminish you
And act like your shit typical
I done taught these niggas they my sons
But i'm one of one
Hoping that the kid not the run
I just don't post for fun
Niggas act tough can't put them up
But rapping bout guns
Feeling like the alpha
Shit ironic smoove the only one
On the road to my escape
Bruises tears and scars
Feeling bipolar like two-face
I'm still thinking bout what you said
Now they only see two faces
F*ck politics f*ck presidents
And f*ck who's writing statements
It's funny my crodie bout action he playing charades
He don't got shit to say
Asking bout family these niggas keep stalking the page
F*ck who not here today
Stabbed my back and i still feel okay
Sharpen up your blades
Iron sharpens iron
And we bound to leave a dirty stain
It's three o'clock up on the wall
And I been sipping drinks
Brody got my back like nine o'clock
So don't you f*cking blink
Worried bout the timing and they let the ship f*cking sink
These niggas ain't original
It's pitiful they on the brink
Sorry for the weight hope you know this shit get critical
Trying to make a play
These niggas copy shit get difficult
I need my residuals for drugs and i need plentiful
Don't let them diminish you
And act like your shit typical
I done taught these niggas they my sons
But i'm one of one
Hoping that the kid not the run
I just don't post for fun
Niggas act tough can't put them up
But rapping bout guns
Feeling like the alpha
Shit ironic smoove the only one
Writer: Romel Persad Jr
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