rey morado - bandemic lyrics
never go back to that motherf+ckin sh+t
these n+ggas don’t want no money
i might buy the plug out his job
i ain’t clocked in in a hot second
pandemic, don’t panic, god d+mn it
watch the country crumble, f+ck i look like being humble?
i ain’t trippin’, got that bag on me
all my, homies in the city, what we, call it?
bombs over baghdad
crib be the castle, always been a outcast
always in my head, you never been down bad
i ain’t never felt these clowns, i be bruce wayne with it
my whip tinted, it be black and i’m brown
with matted dreads, n+ggas hated my style
oh well, with them big ass beads i took yo hoe to the hotel
no dorito, i got chip on me shoulder need rotel
i ain’t stuntin a n+gga, if i did then we both fail
f+ck that stayin’ afloat, build a ship and let boat sail
diggin’ graves then a moat for my fortress and gold grail
i be ghost to most, off that ecto
smoke and psilocybin turn my grey matter to pepmo
puff puff pass, now i’m drowsy, it be benadryl
real life, you n+ggas think this been a drill
my screws lose, eminem
who shoots in the dark, look in the mirror
intuition led me, i could never ‘sume an appearance
if we doomed, go out in a plume in a fury
make room, if you refuse, make tomb
i might buy the plug out his job
i ain’t clocked in a hot minute
i been livin’ like a hot n+gga, f+ck it up
i might buy the plug out his job
give a f+ck about a cop, n+gga
do it look like i ain’t gone pop spinach
ain’t like you got sh+t to do tomorrow, you don’t have to go to work..
man stimulate your mind
smokin’ til my lungs vestigial, tongue perennial
last forever, i might die but watch the comeback
hash and treble, feed my body, fade like thumb tacks
pain from my soul be a treasure chest, or a weapon set
you a self destruct if you took a step in my shoes, an inch above 5’2
pressure on my skull, mayweather i box through
need key for the lock, n+ggas sniffin’ up the wrong tree
if you ask me, my opinion is they all sleep
off with they head, either duck down, or toss rey the bread
i might buy the plug out his job
i ain’t clocked in a hot minute
i been livin’ like a hot n+gga, f+ck it up
i might buy the plug out his job
give a f+ck about a cop, n+gga
do it look like i ain’t gone pop spinach
heft
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