Black Spoons

(专辑： Look What I Became - 2019)

Assassins
Yeah, uh
Look

My mind carry this info, I share with a pencil (Talk to 'em)
Assassins
I used to stare out my window
See my older homie 19, steering the Benzo
Niggas don't play ball, selling raw, they apparently into
You see me wearing this Kenzo hat, you know I did what I been through
They sick I'm getting money, clearly resentful (They mad)
It's spooky, nigga, the shit I spit is very suspensful (Hah)
My bars give you the fear of god, bitch, I'm Jerry Lorenzo (Hahahaha)
Ah, spin through your area, air the extendo (Brr)
I recorded this F.O.O.D 4 in a day, it was simple
Most of you rap niggas is washed, your career's in a limbo
You hating, man, all of these jewels that I wear to offend you (See my jewels)
Real hustler, I got three phones
Refrigerator broke, it ain't no ice, leave that cold water in the sink on, uh
Rocking that brick, got my Dior pink on (Talk to 'em)
Uh, rocking that shit, I don't got nothing cheap on (Ooh)
You know what we on, pistol whip that nigga, broke his cheekbone
Shot him on Dote and Bailey, they found his body on Keystone, uh (Boom)
Gunpowder residue all on my VLONE, ha
Write pain like a shot in your right knee bone (Ha)
You rap about bricks but you broke, that don't even out (Talk to 'em)
Give my youngin a blick, he gon' shoot at your people house (Brr, brr)
I live everything that I sing about, been through some shit that I really can't speak about
I have a fuck nigga, white boy in cheap amount, I fuck them hoes on IG that you dream about
I'll call up Cutta, he gon' bring that steamer out, iron on waist so they get every wrinkle out
Fuck did you think about, 30 shots ringing out, ah (Brr, brr, brr)

Griselda
By Fashion Rebels