quatchi bronze age (feat. vrn drxw) şarkı sözleri
Hey
I'm feeling better than ever before (yeah!)
Sick and tired of bench players just settling scores (uhh)
I ain't stopping till I'm stepping on Ebony floors
The way I'm talking shit, I've been writing since '74 (huh!)
Scabs be turning into crystals, can I be frank?
Jack the Ripper with this pistol, turning all these whack mc's into beef shanks
It's like comparing a Jerry can against a Jeep tank
Always been disgusting with this pen, that's why my weed stank
Niggas always talking about their bitches
Like they bitches
Play this shitty album, look for cameras for this weak prank
Elementary rhyme book, it's really hard to refrain
Rap been losing heart
Think it's time for a beat change
Scrambling for syllables, no wonder I can't be sane
Hidden standard, all these mothafuckas looking B-Grade
Davidson jersey when I'm stepping
Just for Pete's sake
Popping out to Pop Smoke
Sour face these flows
Like I'm cheddar in the cheesecake
Niggas think I'm yapping 'til they read between the lines
A feature costs a limb, it ain't free to see my mind
My life's a living hell, it's like I'm Satan in disguise
3 thousand gems living in my Notes, like I'm Andre
Always fighting back against Machines, like I'm Conway
Taking time to study all the greats, word to Kanye
Only 21 but I'm rapping like I'm Bron's Age
Nigga
I been rapping like the Trojan ages
Shoot it raw without a magnum like I want a play pin
Got em crying just like a jit womb inflammation
The way I write should be illegal cause I'm truly sacred
The simulac made a simulation
Sipping artificial dreams yet we still slaving
I need a safe space so I go and f*ck on haven
Dr. Like a doctor but I got no patience yea
Hit it then inhale I think this is Hell
I can't even see her eyes she look like Sindel
Smoking on indica bumping Indicud while I'm in the club
See all these peasants drown in liquor like it was a flood
Her gates open know what's in store
Got her making 4 different faces Mt. Rushmore
I shoot it down her corridor
I know she feel it in her core
She spiritual gotta screaming 444
I know it Hertz in her frequency she want more
Her pockets full but mentally that girl poor
It's kinda sad y'all beyond fake
But I got my hive behind me like Beyoncé
B4 the WRLD ends baby come on my wave
Tsunami Drew imma surf till the end of daze yea
Seeing red like I'm YourRAGE
This is His story like the Bronze Age
VRN bitch