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kil - p.i.c lyrics

[verse 1]
watch on my wrist i been watching the time
and clock any f-ck who puts thought in my mind
that i’m gonna fall and i don’t tell ’em why
but me and the music just partners in crime
but me and the music just partners in crime
like bonnie and clyde
they don’t know who so i thought i’d rewind
every day as a baby i pouted and cried
they threw me a beat wasn’t bout it but tried
brought sid in now we outstanding inside
stuck in these thoughts in loudoun and lies
if it doesn’t make sense start counting the dimes
we living in nova, without adding cain its the cause of the pain
selling your soul is a ticket to paying off the cost of the fame
so you tryna see whos here to stay
i’m sticking to surface like paint you fading like sidewalk chalk in the rain
lately eyes been lazered to the paper,not talking currency
the paper that say the problems i seen currently
but nowadays everybody’s a critic
cancer sticks i never lit it
this tape is when i announce yo
that living where 6 hunnid thousand, a house hold
while f-ckers who 10 miles away in apartments on the couch cold
the difference is that ain’t ya business to witness ’em living in practical prison
bill don’t seem scary till you add em up is it?
the way that i’m spitting they glad i’m not missing
any bs, i’ll leave you in woods where animals p-ssing
[verse 2]
real homies can count them on one hand like i’m 9 again
they asked me to spit a line or 10
they talk the sh-t they behind bars, but only talk it when it’s over cell
they say they carried tecs, guess they mean delivered texts, over message
claim they got the stoner essence
i’m speedin’ this sh-t up my mouth got a motor setting
born a day away from otis redding
painting a pic in your head with no edit
a white kid might pull up if he offended
with a shotgun along with the sleekest coat
harsh bar?, wasn’t even my weakest blow
i ain’t even gotta spit these bars to knock these readers cold
knew i would make it when i was 3 years old
rather go down real then phony but to each is own
bars i’ll always keep it honest in mine
cause at the end me and the music just partners in crime

- kil lyrics

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