mosito & iamic - untitled lyrics
[intro: iamic]
look
yo
[chorus: iamic]
i swear i looked momma in the eye
with tears in ma face i never meant to tell a lie
fear in ma heart & it’s flowing to ma mind
blood on my hands now i gotta tell her why
it was, 6 bullets to this rap thing
3 bullets out this gat thing
“oh i’m emptying out this clip”
6 bullets to this rap thing
3 bullets just for f-cks sakes
“i’m just tryna get a grip”
[verse 1: iamic]
whether it’s off the top or the written raps it’s been a fact i’ma be slaying bars till the music snap
whether they screaming stop at the little man i been a bad menice i keep going a million laps
better be taking shots and keep a strap i ain’t holdin back, applauding you n-gg-s and let the pistol clap
i’m back to c-ck back at you little f-gs like bring a map with v-town written over you minal cats city
if i don’t make a murder it’s a genocide
me vs the world i caught cases of suicide
force feed em bars wit the liqour that you find inside
spill a n-gg- brains then tell a n-gg- to never mind
then it’s unclip, reload, gun c-ck script point at hip-hop like take this b-tch
i work too hard how they spark that sh-t
if she don’t blow a n-gg- bars thou shall had live
[chorus: iamic]
i swear i looked momma in the eye
with tears in ma face i never meant to tell a lie
fear in ma heart & it’s flowing to ma mind
blood on my hands now i gotta tell her why
it was, 6 bullets to this rap thing
3 bullets out this gat thing
“oh i’m emptying out this clip”
6 bullets to this rap thing
3 bullets just for f-cks sakes
“i’m just tryna get a grip”
[verse 2: iamic]
i put my heart to it, i let it paint you a picture
i let that art do it, leonardo with scriptures
every 16 i touch complemented the beat
every cipher that sparked went flames for a week
i’m not a rapper i’m a god how you mess with the g?
every cat that i crushed bowed down to defeat
you see the bars intricate, broads feeling this i hit
blown city for a month and gave the ground syphilis’
came back with a vision like the pen is filming this
pixels to the pad son i make your ears picture this
so someone p-ss a blunt or an asprin
cause i’m feeling kinda blunt just imagine
the effort that i charge up with p-ssion
music better barge up and cash in
don’t f-ck up i’ll smash it
it’s the same old kids of 95
if y’all make it in this music y’all ain’t coming out alive
[chorus: iamic]
i swear i looked momma in the eye
with tears in ma face i never meant to tell a lie
fear in ma heart & it’s flowing to ma mind
blood on my hands now i gotta tell her why
it was, 6 bullets to this rap thing
3 bullets out this gat thing
“oh i’m emptying out this clip”
6 bullets to this rap thing
3 bullets just for f-cks sakes
“i’m just tryna get a grip”
[outro: iamic]
i’m sorry for the wait
i’m sorry for the wait
(yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!)
i’m sorry for the wait
said i’m sorry for the wait
(yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!)
i’m sorry for the wait
i’m sorry for the wait
i’m sorry for the wait
i’m sorry for the wait
yeah
man
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