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t h r o n e & hidden renaissance - warpath lyrics

[verse 1]
steeples and needles, to get you in a position fetal
i feed on my opps cause i bleed for the cause
i seen falling off and peep calling shots
i’d rather be a player than a boss
no level caps, no game plus
i needed a new name cause i’m a new breed
nothing stand between me
and my conquest, warpath, ozymanic, never been a doormat
don’t mean i roll automatic, also never do a dash
how am i gonna bring you food when i’m trying to eat too?
what you got to prove? man, i’m trying to be the goat
sacrifice until the guys give that notice

[chorus]
cross the moat, lower the gate and let my people through
i seen thеm printing lies, but i didn’t f+cking sign
i told you not to f+cking sign, you froze that dollars
dime your timе back
that percentage gonna fry your future brains, sign your life away

[verse 2]
f+ck that sh+t, i’m on bc
cause i’m doing this ancient, i need g’s
i’ma claim it’s raw cause i need to feel it
there’s degrees and i’m a million
i’ma fill it with my feelings i’ma spit it, i’ma gut it for the guillotine
head bouncing on the pavement when i’m scheming entertainment
rather die than entertain, you better nade in the room
get them paid, get them through i’ma see you in the stew
i’ll be breathing this sh+t soon, yeah
[chorus]
cross the moat, lower the gate and let my people through
i seen them printing lies, but i didn’t f+cking sign
i told you not to f+cking sign, you froze that dollars
dime your time back
that percentage gonna fry your future brains, sign your life away

[verse 3]
too many crying in the stew like me
too many dying for the tune like we
want that game of fire, get a dub, get to me
you could do it too, get a crew, get a piece
dream split between, i could be a trampoline
i could be boba, i’m tattooing
i could be noticed or i could be dead
screaming in the sand in my hand
feel like a desert, a cleanse it won’t until it’s glass
the record’s so ass made
the record’s so ass made, yeah
the record’s so ass made, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
cross the moat, lower the gate and let my people through
i seen them printing lies, but i didn’t f+cking sign
i told you not to f+cking sign, you froze that dollars
dime your time back
that percentage gonna fry your future brains, sign your life away
sign your life away

- t h r o n e hidden renaissance lyrics

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