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Indecent Decor

 

Indecent Decor

(album: Twenty Nine - 2020)


I hit the gas and kick the dust up

I hit the gas and kick the dust up
You feel some way then nigga do some
We cobra clutch 'em and suffocate 'til they don't move none
Our style illustrious, draped in gold, kings of our time
Pharaohs and Gods, inciting riots and martial law
I raise the bar, one of the illest that you've heard thus far
It's all authentic, no it's not a facade, these niggas are frauds
Painting pictures, you can see through the fog, indecent decor
Our reign of terror lasting forever, you niggas been warned

Bitch we in high demand
Nigga's throwing stones and hide they fucking hands
Architect your glass house and knock it down right where it stands
I over plan and go the extra mile so they can understand
We ain't playing, fair or by the rules, don't make us take it there
Make it clear, I don't think they ready, shall I reappear?
Sorry for the intermission, we gon' be here every year
Success make 'em sick, it's ever clearer on an empty stomach
Let 'em plummet, let them niggas learn from it

I hit the gas and kick the dust up
You feel some way then nigga do some
We cobra clutch 'em and suffocate 'til they don't move none
Our style illustrious, draped in gold, kings of our time
Pharaohs and Gods, inciting riots and martial law
I raise the bar, one of the illest that you've heard thus far
It's all authentic, no it's not a facade, these niggas are frauds
Painting pictures, you can see through the fog, indecent decor
Our reign of terror lasting forever, you niggas been warned

They say we monstrous, cold hearted bastards, that shit's preposterous
Only fucking with my confidants, political conference
Niggas will flip the script soon as them problems hit
Tryna avoid the consequence, still in the crosshairs, criminal warfare
Prices paid, sacrifices made to live the way we live
Fast assumptions, adding up to nothing from the mass consumption
Still we running, reaching for that finish line, achieving something
Seize the moment, make that bitch last if you really want it

I hit the gas and kick the dust up
Kings of our time
I raise the bar, one of the illest that you've heard thus far
These niggas are fraud
Sorry for the intermission, we gon' be here every year

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