Ink

Oh my days This that shit put food on the plate This that shit that bang when you play it This that shit that make a man hate Hold up, wait All these bars put ink on the page All these bars put mans on the stage All these bars took dargs out the cage Oh my days This that shit put food on the plate This that shit that bang when you play it This that shit that make a man hate Hold up, wait All these bars put ink on the page All these bars put mans on the stage All these bars took dargs out the cage Built this shit, I was going off faith Got to a bag from flipping a phrase All this cash, they’re green in the face They talk money, but that’s just a phase That’s your flex, but I gotta set pace Run to a check, yeah I'm doing up race Do what I do, put tracks on a tape Tying these knots, put the bag in the safe No it ain’t safe for the mandem Came on smoke, spitting shells at random Pull face when I touch mic, man are still handsome 2-2 bars, took spotlight for ransom 2-2 bars, I’m on her playlist 2-2 text, come through with a Magnum Dig that box, yeah I’m working the graveshift Up all night, then I move like phantom Oh my days This that shit put food on the plate This that shit that bang when you play it This that shit that make a man hate Hold up, wait All these bars put ink on the page All these bars put mans on the stage All these bars took dargs out the cage Oh my days This that shit put food on the plate This that shit that bang when you play it This that shit that make a man hate Hold up, wait All these bars put ink on the page All these bars put mans on the stage All these bars took dargs out the cage Phone line chirping, I’m working Shower down for a fee, yeah I came for the sterling Don’t do road, but this dope I’m serving Too much trees, that’s paper burning Cut down, now I plant these seeds Fruits of my labour, fam gotta eat Cop the yard, put ma in a Jeep A la carte, put charms on the sleeve On top of this bread like cold cuts Paper thick, them bands can’t fold up Very rare, flow come like gold dust This fire on my phone might blow up They don’t know you, but they know us Picture perfect, paint a portrait when I’m penning scriptures Pretty like an orchid, penance for my listeners Pushing penicillin, popping painkillers This that shit put food on the plate This rap shit put food on the plate