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
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