Song Lyrics

This is motion up in poetry
Bullet in the chamber, wait until they get a load of me
Dialing from the rotary, the other end's a ringtone
Slack em at the 20, runnin to the other end zone
Never had a pretty woman keep me in the friend zone
Tryna worry not, what about any of my friends on?
But turned so much, I probably panic til the sins gone
We done to the butt and this end strong
Phone still off limits like a motherfucker slanging mary
Delivery on time every time, deadly very
Good intention but the honest very
Tryna find this peace of mind and count it out as monetary
My thoughts are forming into sentences
No telling when this evolution sends it into exodus
I'm not just out for the reference
Understood, been getting this good, at least the presidents

Sinistery underrated
The fundamental's basic
Run the matrix
No dispute, I'm undebated
Beat's bangin like it's blood related
Elegance is understated
Orchestrations leave you sedated
Back fresh, recuperated
Brothers in step, highly awaited
Long time comin, rhyme dumin
Pour something Baccardi lime, rum inside a cup
Stomach rubbin opinions, borderline jaded
Stretch out accounts, black board and sketch out the routes
Stop short, stepped out the house in Venice
Bear witness, words scripted, 3-dimension vivid, exceed the limits
Meanwhile I'm penciling the digits
Gangsta white, walls spinnin
Leave our denims in crushed linen
Kangaroo cope with the custom stitches
Serve dishes, dirty soup kitchen
Heavy hitter, I swing it with every pitchin
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Alan Maman, Michael Taylor Perretta