black steve jobs - track 12 lyrics
alcoholic hoes throw up a shot for every worry
a deuce of the d’usse got them related to eddie murphy
weed smoke keep my vision blurry, eurostep on these beats cuz i’m in a hurry
for this money and these hi hats
tap that mpc to deafen all these blind bats, rewind that, unstoppable, they use me to define that
they see me winning and don’t like that, i get better with time, like wine i’m a fine vat
hide the crown, imma find that, and couple it with my chalice
flying high and wondering where i’ll land like alice
they marginalize my talents to throw me off balance
there’s new freshman, great i’m famished, finna make the next cl-ss vanish
and i’m giving em knowledge, totes of information you can’t get from college
i keep my ginsu pen polished with intent to have the compet-tion abolished
two sabers like a walrus, put em where the corpse is
align em like a court bench, you’re filthy with a ho-rs- stench
keep the image vivid make the law livid
you talk it i lived it, in the gym in the pounds getting lifted, prior to that i got lifted
hook:
leave em bl–dy like a swedish fish, yah shorty want a swedish kiss, i ain’t wit it, had to weave the b-tch, then i breezed the whip
smoking yowa gotta breeze the whip, smoking yowa gotta breeze the whip
and its 10 times 3 in the clip
verse 2
verse two and it come with a he-rs- too
off top might write a verse too, but i don’t do rehearsals
i hit em wit reversals, grade pending what the curve do
shorty bad but i had to curve you, my bro’s told me you might burn through
let me stop it, seem like everyday someone added to the block list
if it’s bs i have to block it, bsj and distorted we blasting off like a rocket
got the product better cop it, mad max might put one in your socket
fat stacks in the pocket, had the pack in the locker had to lock it, keep real ones like a locket
straight yack in my cup, bro light up a blunt
wanna paint shorty face like pic-sso, still treat her precious like a parcel, don’t love her only partial
in the stu bussing up the 808s but i ain’t have my heart break
hook:
leave em bl–dy like a swedish fish, yah shorty want a swedish kiss, i ain’t wit it, had to weave the b-tch, then i breezed the whip
smoking yowa gotta breeze the whip, smoking yowa gotta breeze the whip
and its 10 times 3 in the clip, i said its 10 times 3 in the clip
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