enphamus - truce with karma lyrics
[intro:]
(tyler made the beat, tyler made the beat)
on too much
remember what was goin’ on, but
it was like
the day i met him on a dirt road
all i had was one soul
i just needed a truce with karma
[pre+chorus:]
it’ll take over ten to k!ll us like doc oc’
on the block all day, 24 like a shot clock
we in the streets like a crosswalk
try to put us a b+tch in the hole, no top golf
brand new giuseppe’s i just bought
ye’ain’t steppin’, then hop out the street like a sidewalk
power all inside the hood like a track hawk
slidin’ on n+ggas wit’ sticks like thе blackhawks
[verse:]
steppin’ way more than a passionate prеacher
like a pep rally, i sat there and watched from the bleachers
with that, i turned to a teacher
i get off whatever, then talk about tithes with the deacon
father forgive me i’m sinnin’, i walk into h+ll just to serve a qp to a demon
feelin’ like marcus, i’m tryna’ be smarter
i took out 50k just to walk into neiman’s
come through yo’ block wit’ the switches
my glizzy, it cut off the power, no kizzy
free man, just like morgan and morgan, i pray that my lawyer forever be wit’ me
24+8 like kobe, my n+gga can’t stay outta’ court, he been thuggin’ his sentence
pop me a b+tch like a altoid, n+gga
i told you before, if i said it i mean it
[chorus:]
i need a truce with karma
i sold some seeds to get to that green like a farmer
i got the juice like pac, so n+ggas been [?], protectin’ my body wit’ armor
right now i’m gettin’ off trees, like [?] or keke
my ho, she just want me to palm her
i was just thinkin’ ’bout death right after i blew, got the thoughts of a suicide bomber
i need a truce with karma
i sold some seeds to get to that green like a farmer
i got the juice like pac, so n+ggas been [?], protectin’ my body wit’ armor
right now i’m gettin’ off trees, like [?] or keke
my ho, she just want me to palm her
i was just thinkin’ ’bout death right after i blew, got the thoughts of a suicide bomber
[verse 2:]
you n+ggas only be gangsta’ on clubhouse, ’till it’s time to bring them guns out
when we kickin’ yo’ door, you get shot if you run now
this type of ammo don’t run out
i don’t really like noise but in love with the gun sounds
label say, “b+tch, put that gun down”
i was poor for so long but it’s time to have fun now
glizzy got a hunnid’ buns out
only way he attempt if he testin’ these diamonds
icy, i’m changin’ the climate (woah)
blues, this b+tch like a gender reveal
this sh+t done came in perfect timin’ (woah)
plus i’m the realest to what i did, so these n+ggas lookin’ for a minus (woah)
beggin’ for truces with karma, i’m sorry, i wish i could go back, rewind it (woah)
i still hop on that slab
392 if i hop in that whip, like can’t guarantee that this car finna’ dash
need him to look in my eyes when i walk up
for covid, them sticks and they wearin’ a mask
lay in his yard for a week, b+tch, i’m stalkin’
i’m learnin’ his moves ‘fore i make my attack
slide wit’ some aim, finna’ get on his ass (uh)
i am not missin’ a thing
i got a mac like toshi
you play then you die, cause lil’ n+gga, this sh+t ain’t the game
b+tch better play with her children, don’t play with the p+ssy
this glizzy cut you out the frame
i’m drivin’ fast like [?], but that ain’t no runner, i’m startin’ to think u+sain
needed a truce with karma+
[pre+chorus:]
it’ll take over ten to k!ll us like doc oc’
on the block all day, 24 like a shot clock
we in the streets like a crosswalk
try to put us a b+tch in the hole, no top golf
brand new giuseppe’s i just bought
ye’ain’t steppin’, then hop out the street like a sidewalk
power all inside the hood like a track hawk
slidin’ on n+ggas wit’ sticks like the blackhawks
[outro:]
and that’s how, sh+t
that’s how i got my truce with karma
yeah
i pray every night by this sh+t
gang, tkm
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