Cash a check cause you came close to dying
3:36 you clock out the hour
Tootsies are squeezing in like the pulp
The circulation in ya barley flows
Throw them steel boots straight across the space
Does entitlement deserve a spit to your face?
Is the lies you be keeping gon f*ck with the plan
Staying bad at amends is what you best at
How does it feel so alone'
How do you feel off them lines
Simulating a show
Boarded up your trimester
Mmm prime minister
Just telling ya to find a God in ya
I rip the evil off the f*cking hearts of plenta
Then resurrected all em back to saints of Hovah
F*ck y'all niggas who still in doubt, came in the game with a brand new sound (yea)
Been a young kid on a different route, I left y'all tryna figure out (god damn)
How I made it from the underground, stacking my wins I been around (been around)
Nigga too fly on a nimbus cloud, tell me who gon bring me down (god damn)
Champion, I bring a sound, Kanye told me I been a God (been a God)
Swing my wings tryna touch the sky, I walk in like I been that guy (tell em)
333, it's a homicide, pawn in the game tryna make it out (yea)
Made my way to the other side, got my crown and it came with power
I see food and I will devour, competition till my final hour
Fueled by diesel, smoking on sour (uh)
Did my time as a rapper Martyr
Now I'm rolling with higher ballers, cane in my hand, now what yah call em? (hey)
Vinny And Tito fire starters (damn)
Fire starters
Frappes with a hint of some rampage
Snotty nose with some blood on the pathway
Driveway full of junkies on I8's
Drown in dirt with a son you gotta backpay
Fill that esophagus (damn)
Stead of frying your mind with that flower bitch (damn)
A-z while I breeze through atomic waves (woo)
You're the reason I keep going harder baby (yuh)
Seek in your cabinets
You can't seem to find none the right happiness (cmon let's get it focus)
I can't recall the time I was happiest
Cause that shit be my life on a cycle list
Seen you bitter off life's circumstances (wow)
Heard you sick of the wrong propaganda (wow)
Threw it up on the pavement of 'Mericans (damn)
This is my life displayed on the f*cking stand oh yea huh
Tito Scars - Trapped on Cascade (feat. Vinny Hill) Lyrics
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Cash a check cause you came close to dying
3:36 you clock out the hour
Tootsies are squeezing in like the pulp
The circulation in ya barley flows
Throw them steel boots straight across the space
Does entitlement deserve a spit to your face?
Is the lies you be keeping gon f*ck with the plan
Staying bad at amends is what you best at
How does it feel so alone'
How do you feel off them lines
Simulating a show
Boarded up your trimester
Mmm prime minister
Just telling ya to find a God in ya
I rip the evil off the f*cking hearts of plenta
Then resurrected all em back to saints of Hovah
F*ck y'all niggas who still in doubt, came in the game with a brand new sound (yea)
Been a young kid on a different route, I left y'all tryna figure out (god damn)
How I made it from the underground, stacking my wins I been around (been around)
Nigga too fly on a nimbus cloud, tell me who gon bring me down (god damn)
Champion, I bring a sound, Kanye told me I been a God (been a God)
Swing my wings tryna touch the sky, I walk in like I been that guy (tell em)
333, it's a homicide, pawn in the game tryna make it out (yea)
Made my way to the other side, got my crown and it came with power
I see food and I will devour, competition till my final hour
Fueled by diesel, smoking on sour (uh)
Did my time as a rapper Martyr
Now I'm rolling with higher ballers, cane in my hand, now what yah call em? (hey)
Vinny And Tito fire starters (damn)
Fire starters
Frappes with a hint of some rampage
Snotty nose with some blood on the pathway
Driveway full of junkies on I8's
Drown in dirt with a son you gotta backpay
Fill that esophagus (damn)
Stead of frying your mind with that flower bitch (damn)
A-z while I breeze through atomic waves (woo)
You're the reason I keep going harder baby (yuh)
Seek in your cabinets
You can't seem to find none the right happiness (cmon let's get it focus)
I can't recall the time I was happiest
Cause that shit be my life on a cycle list
Seen you bitter off life's circumstances (wow)
Heard you sick of the wrong propaganda (wow)
Threw it up on the pavement of 'Mericans (damn)
This is my life displayed on the f*cking stand oh yea huh
3:36 you clock out the hour
Tootsies are squeezing in like the pulp
The circulation in ya barley flows
Throw them steel boots straight across the space
Does entitlement deserve a spit to your face?
Is the lies you be keeping gon f*ck with the plan
Staying bad at amends is what you best at
How does it feel so alone'
How do you feel off them lines
Simulating a show
Boarded up your trimester
Mmm prime minister
Just telling ya to find a God in ya
I rip the evil off the f*cking hearts of plenta
Then resurrected all em back to saints of Hovah
F*ck y'all niggas who still in doubt, came in the game with a brand new sound (yea)
Been a young kid on a different route, I left y'all tryna figure out (god damn)
How I made it from the underground, stacking my wins I been around (been around)
Nigga too fly on a nimbus cloud, tell me who gon bring me down (god damn)
Champion, I bring a sound, Kanye told me I been a God (been a God)
Swing my wings tryna touch the sky, I walk in like I been that guy (tell em)
333, it's a homicide, pawn in the game tryna make it out (yea)
Made my way to the other side, got my crown and it came with power
I see food and I will devour, competition till my final hour
Fueled by diesel, smoking on sour (uh)
Did my time as a rapper Martyr
Now I'm rolling with higher ballers, cane in my hand, now what yah call em? (hey)
Vinny And Tito fire starters (damn)
Fire starters
Frappes with a hint of some rampage
Snotty nose with some blood on the pathway
Driveway full of junkies on I8's
Drown in dirt with a son you gotta backpay
Fill that esophagus (damn)
Stead of frying your mind with that flower bitch (damn)
A-z while I breeze through atomic waves (woo)
You're the reason I keep going harder baby (yuh)
Seek in your cabinets
You can't seem to find none the right happiness (cmon let's get it focus)
I can't recall the time I was happiest
Cause that shit be my life on a cycle list
Seen you bitter off life's circumstances (wow)
Heard you sick of the wrong propaganda (wow)
Threw it up on the pavement of 'Mericans (damn)
This is my life displayed on the f*cking stand oh yea huh
Writer: Joel Soto, Vinny Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid