ST. PERCY

-Verse 1: Kevin Abstract-

I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, aye

We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move? aye

Young K still posted in the A like a braid

No chain? ya boys got what make my neck ******' bang

Hanging on your speaker? banging on your speaker, baby

Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby

Young Nolan? Playstation, controlling

Send 'em just to get out my head, and when it is over

Roll over your soldier, no coaster

I toy 'em back whenever the storm is over

Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover

No closure, never reply to full orders

My ***** so sculpture, such a short quota

Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder

Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders

All I got is pennies, still want me to ******' flow, bruh

-Chorus-

There is no love in the ghetto

Money, money, we are just getting get go

There is no love in the ghetto

Money, money, we are just getting get go

Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh

-Verse 2: Matt Champion-

How you do that boy, devil I'm bamboozled, yeah

Legs go up behind the head, like leopard and push it, huh

Give us space, we gon' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh

She goes back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon

Circus olé, okay (Yeah), roli (Whoa)

Pull a, slide that (Uh), pull gate (Hm), low blow (Ooh)

Dancing like a dodo (No), asking for, say snow globe (Ayy)

Slip inside the corridor (Yeah), make me go so loco (Yeah)

Made you look, I'm silly (Uh), call me wild thing (Uh)

She got strings all on her neck, just like a violin (Ah)

Upgrade that [?], when that venom sting (Hey)

I sound better than a ************' [?], man

-Verse 3: Dom McLennon-

Run up a check, run up a check (Mhh, ahh)

It's all a mess, it's all a mess (Mhh, ahh)

And they keep on hittin', my *****s ain't quitting, they wait 'til it drip (Wait 'till it drip, mhh, ahh)

Don't get on my list, mhh, ahh, I'm in front of your busi, mhh, ahh

You seein' me rap but I watch how you work, then I keep you convinced, mhh, ahh

Smokin', I might got habit, you know we comin', get tragic

Money another made, *****, we hold all our money in the mattress

For ya, better get savage, takes away all of your panic

[?] how you take bigger pick up, [?], and it's madness

-Verse 4: bearface-

Uh

You got big boy money like you ready for war

You be talkin' like you really gon' run that though

You be runnin' like the snart dreamin' if we know

That's that ice cream, sugar, that ******* though

And this **** gon' bounce like my **** off your dome

And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in it though

And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on fourth

But this **** long gone, why you hit my phone? Whua!

-Bridge-

See how full it is, homie

See how real it is

-Outro: Merlyn Wood-

Murder man, murder man

Someone better hold me before this **** gets ugly

Murder man, murder man

Someone better-

Murder man, murder man

Someone better-

Murder man, man

Someone hold me b- **** gets ug-

Murder man, murder man

Someone better hold me before this **** gets ugly