Ambitionz Az a Ridah Flow

(альбом: Get Twisted Sundays Vol. 2 - 2017)

Get twisted, look

Holy flow, every bar, fresh up out the tabernacle
Grew up with them gangstas that'd aim it at your Adam's apple
All my partners in the hood, the grave, or in them shackles
Love guard, but if you get in my space, I get active, ouu
When I'm in my bag I'm sharp as cactus
Shout out to the people sleeping, homie, acting narcoleptic
Hold on, change is coming, word to sounds of blackness
If they kill me it won't be like Scarface, more like John the Baptist, ouu
Ready to die for what I believe
Probably 'cause gangstas in every hood really vibe with me
Scholar in football, but lowkey could've hit a ivy league
See, tryna get the whole squad a check like the Nike team
Wifey team, Fat finna be on it, you can see the sparks
We engaged, told her she could lean on me like Mr. Clark
Foreign park, had more animals on it than Noah's ark
And they tout iron, man, put holes in your chest like Tony Stark, ouu
Tryna paint it so you could see the picture
When I spit bars the hood don't see bars, they see scripture
Came a long way from sipping liquor and puffing chakra swisha
[?] guard my soul like Doberman pinchers
Halle-halle-halle-lu
Yahweh, that way, [?], high praise through
Relationship eating gave me some basic tips
On how to stay away from them Lays aka basic chips
Told me compensation always if I could just make a switch
In my temple I would resemble that of a laden chip
Bogged down with the heavy load and carrying purpose
Just got my grandpa face tatted across my epidermis
He taught me how to stay cool in a furnace full of serpants
And told me Lucy become a hermit when he don't have permits
Inside your living quarters me and [?] catch with brick and mortar
Word to Wendys patty's, never cutting corners
Yeah, she gorgeous, but she also the reason why my torch is burning brighter
And it scorches anything that come anywhere my fortress, ugh
I'll probably rap 'till I can't stand at all
Plus I've been praying, hard knees to my chest like cannonballs
Ran across too many hoops think they could handle it though
But everyone think they can nut it 'till the hammer fall
I spit 'till I got [?] coming out the sides of my mouth
From words I bable or at least until the shackles on the fragile cattle
Disguised as humans, start to unravel
Word to battle, got my feet it in the gravel
Screaming out, "So what?"
Listen, you'll blow up when you grow up
Stop sipping 'till you throw up, get your dough up
Die with coco and so what, the game sawed up
They gon' get me between that bread like a cold cut
Oou, the game so over
Get cold as hockey, kamikaze on that block sho' nuff
Swear my partners bear us a terror, that's why I rose up
They say everyone fear the devil untill God show up
Amen