Syrup - Noir Lyrics

Brodie hit too hard, saw them swerving into these parts
Fits the lock into the chambers
Change ups in the sundawn, vulture on my shoulder
Got them swerving up the lanes, uh
Up into the river, got them holstered in the chains, uh
Saw you lying through your teeth, frontin' on them bitches for the paystubs
Plasterin' your wound when you cuttin' deep in layers
Pay up, for the damage that you players make up
Strollin' in the streets, looking stray cat-like

Beat the game and the beat up, uh
Blast my songs, f*ck a heater, uh
Long lasting, im a critter
Keep a grip, gripping critics

Positive that we split from the norm
Pawns stifling in the storm
'Fore the michelins rub off ya, keep a clip on the holster, brother
Motherf*ckers still on hold, partner
Keeping cold, and the panic make me even harder
F*ck I'm failing if I keep a martyr, sucker? Suckers stay out
I'm still laying in the sartyr
Writing poems, poppin in the shadows, I don't barter
You pop a cap in a f*cker, I don't f*ck with manslaughter, mhm
I cop a pack of the ciggies, copper in my pocket so I can get some supper
I been lucky, and I'm still a bummer
Staying in the lab, making bread, sampler is a easy bake oven
Slamming down fullproof if I can muster up the courage, f*ck a lager
Slimy, guts full of substances, I'm a bugger
Bloody, cause of cuts and wounds, if only I could leave