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swank daddy - fyre song lyrics

[intro: sw+nk]
where all my original fyre fans at? this one’s for y’all
come on, come on

[verse 1: sw+nk]
set it off like this, break it off like that
to the one, to the+ to the+ to the old school rap
responsible for taking h+lla heads off the map
the sniper in the back, the facts here to lack
spitting out flows cuz it’s stupid fresh dope
the dice on the track; homie, you can get smoked
chronic life getting tacked in the cuts like a coat
cold music in my throat, music made for my folks
moving down to the low crossfaded, bring it up
back and forth how it go when it comes from the gut
get to stepping out your body cuz we don’t give a blaowww
kinda like the whole crowd saying ow!!!
connect game, work together like a train
exist in the dark and pass around the flame
it’s a natural occurrence, occuring forever now
hear the shot to the sky, all my heads get down

get down
get down

[verse 2: g rider]
hold on, let me interject and inject an element, effect
designed with intent to infect and intercept
the sentiment of a sent hoodie with the weed scent
creeping 3 a.m., watch these corners getting bent
leaning to the left b+tch, looking for the next pitch
my partners coming up and they also getting rich
interaction on the grid, then we slide to the south side
i’m aware of my sins so i’m aware of my pride
crazy chameleon blend into society
the clothes of a preppy on the body of an og
i’m gaining, i’m maintaining, studying and training
banging on the heavy bag, sunny or it’s raining
double up the jab, hit the crossing out the hook
head down, chin tucked, footwork by the book
sweating while i’m moving, pushing from my gut
duck my head twice then i finish with an uppercut
[sample]
you have been slowly and psychologically told that up is down and down is up

[verse 3: sw+nk and g rider]
up, down through the whole d+mn town
blunt wraps, chronic sacks hanging low to the ground
blunts pass round, volume up while the speakers pound
cruising 99 north, headed downtown
get it get it, pow pow, putting sauce on the sound
magic in the one and the rocket on the bound
i’m speeding like a fastball and i’m nowhere to be found
pit stop at society then i’m back to the underground
everything they try to be falling down violently
acting like their cash is a precious commodity
there is no actuality when dealing with reality
so i’ma plead insanity and live like a g
with the l for the rolls, do it big, do it free
california dreaming + you could put that on me
nah, lemme take the weight since dreaming is my specialty
standing california, god’s country where the devil be
wait + that’s the h+ll of me, cold blood red
sh+t on what they telling me, take it to the head
streetlights fl!cker, riding on the edge
they seen their old homie, but d+mn, that n+gga’s dead!

but d+mn, that n+gga’s dead

- swank daddy lyrics

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