Forb!dden Fruit. Songtext
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Forb!dden Fruit. Songtext
Backwoods rolling
Guts loaded on the nightstand
Like a band, mind thumping
Like drums in a caravan
I see you man, fuck with me
Imma snap like a wristband
Don′t disrupt the plan
I need things just to be like this
Trying to get controlled chaos
In my fucking consciousness
I'm awesome bitch
Hundreds on me nigga
Boy I never trick, You′re dog shit Rappers over stumbling on a one-on-one
The question is, am I getting tested
When will I be done
Why shit keep happening
Yo where do I come from
Mind keep spinning
Like a block with machine guns
Gotta keep on moving
Ain't no room to be finish son
Undelé my nigga
Keep on working
My head is up
Stepping on opposition
Neck on it, like chewed gum
Shang Tsung, morphing
Cannot see me
I'm blending in
Omi-trix Wrist
Watch switching
Like it′s Ben Ten
Double O seven
Kill oppositions
With ball pens
Seeing brighter futures
I just needed some new lens
Lamborghini Dreams
I′m not whipping
Mercedes Benz
Heavy Duty like a Cerberus
I'm freezing
VS on me shining
They gleaming
You ain′t Shit
Niggas round me, observe me
I'm legendary
Like Mewtwo
If you talk reckless
Hits reconnect you
Like Bluetooth
Getting reassessed
By some baddies
In the phone booth
After downing and drowning
In the bottles of
Forbidden fruit
Sight for sore eyes
Remedy for sore tooth
You say that you the shit
But niggas round here
Don′t know you
You dog food
He say he OG, but he faker
Than a Whole Foods
Smoking that CeeLo Green
On a different altitude
An interlude
For these unknowns
Showing y'all gratitude
Attitude offensive
When mentioned
Play stupid, get barbecued
I know it′s a greazy feeling
But just know I'm not mad at you
Most alive under fire
I'm just in a bad mood
Give me 5 years
Guts loaded on the nightstand
Like a band, mind thumping
Like drums in a caravan
I see you man, fuck with me
Imma snap like a wristband
Don′t disrupt the plan
I need things just to be like this
Trying to get controlled chaos
In my fucking consciousness
I'm awesome bitch
Hundreds on me nigga
Boy I never trick, You′re dog shit Rappers over stumbling on a one-on-one
The question is, am I getting tested
When will I be done
Why shit keep happening
Yo where do I come from
Mind keep spinning
Like a block with machine guns
Gotta keep on moving
Ain't no room to be finish son
Undelé my nigga
Keep on working
My head is up
Stepping on opposition
Neck on it, like chewed gum
Shang Tsung, morphing
Cannot see me
I'm blending in
Omi-trix Wrist
Watch switching
Like it′s Ben Ten
Double O seven
Kill oppositions
With ball pens
Seeing brighter futures
I just needed some new lens
Lamborghini Dreams
I′m not whipping
Mercedes Benz
Heavy Duty like a Cerberus
I'm freezing
VS on me shining
They gleaming
You ain′t Shit
Niggas round me, observe me
I'm legendary
Like Mewtwo
If you talk reckless
Hits reconnect you
Like Bluetooth
Getting reassessed
By some baddies
In the phone booth
After downing and drowning
In the bottles of
Forbidden fruit
Sight for sore eyes
Remedy for sore tooth
You say that you the shit
But niggas round here
Don′t know you
You dog food
He say he OG, but he faker
Than a Whole Foods
Smoking that CeeLo Green
On a different altitude
An interlude
For these unknowns
Showing y'all gratitude
Attitude offensive
When mentioned
Play stupid, get barbecued
I know it′s a greazy feeling
But just know I'm not mad at you
Most alive under fire
I'm just in a bad mood
Give me 5 years
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