EL TORO COMBO MEAL (feat. Mavi)

歌词
Tryna, tryna
Tryna
Man, lost my dog in staircase
Took the highest spot on the podium
Ghost *****s prolly smokin' to the thought of knowin' us
They lost a part of growin' up
Smartest, learned I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
Use the clips, ain't used to disrespect, 'cause we carried enough
I promise I buried the grudge, preparing and carrying grub
Larry Hoops, I was lost in the alley
In the air, but now I sunk
I spun to the loss of my grandmama, buried the dunk
Send 'bout a prayer a month, through the above
*****s moody but they view at the funk
Ain't **** to do, they play with food,
They rhyme and Rubik's for fun
But I do what I want, ayy
And I rue what it was later, allude it as such
Confusedly up with paper, I'm shootin' ones with the judges
The same as my brother been with a muzzle,
That's from the cradle
So we goin' to the grave with this ****
If we join the second line of ancestors
And hand us a drum, loaded, a second time
Somethin' scary 'bout airin' out the **** I compress
The fair game, the fair now, the causes
An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
And all greater conquest that takes our partner to rest
My partner, my partner spawned with a ***** red
I'm all on they neck, 'till my car parks, pardon it, fresh
Smart with a few *****s, sparkin' that large percentages
Was all to the wind, the losses come as often as wins
And impossibly thick
Don't got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I ball with fresh *****s,
Lowry had **** lit, it's Christmas
I only know six *****s been lyin', but we ain't gon' mention
Who in the stu' and started sweating',
Told 'em, \"It's the kitchen\"
You know the rules, and we know how to shoot the loopholes
Who go boop-a-loop, and my kid, though got the kid
And you gon' juug a boogaloo
I been spittin' to rhyme the answer,
Not definitive, I just cramped it
I was gifted with words, oh damn,
I took my lumps, my bruises, moved
What the **** are you to do?
Every time a ***** didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
Harry Potter with the Dub-D's
Magic hands, *****, what cheese
Had a chance, then it crushed me
We gon' get it by all means
Rest in piece to my rocks, G
Raw fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
I'm seein' red, I'ma charge
You seein' red 'cause you salty
I keep the tears out my mind, reach
I put my fears in a box, like a prayer that you won't read
Spirited Away, the whole thing
Tearin' away, I won't leave
See you starin' into old beefs
Ticket booths, where they told me
Thickest thorns on the roses
Pistons roarin' like I'm Rasheed
Pistons roarin' like I'm Ben Wallace
Pistons roarin' like Chauncey
Billups, somethin', 'cause I been drivin'
Every time a ***** didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
专辑信息
1.74
2.EAST
3.MTOMB
4.OD
5.EL TORO COMBO MEAL (feat. Mavi)
6.TISK TISK / COOKIES
7.4N (feat. Mach-Hommy)