wrathsol – backyard chillen lyrics
verse 1
back in the business, move back! k!llin fast in a minute
who’s that!? sweepin b-st-rds wack in traditions
my ambition as a k!lla 2pac when i hit it
ammunition i conceal it, boom! blastin the cealing!
p-ss me the gr-ss, or p-ss me the shank, p-ss me the gat
baggin these wack -sses! p-ss me the sack
doing blasphemous act, got enough gas in the tank
or cash in the bank, this lazarus savage!
better chill sit down! see the blueprint now?
it’s the new sh-t out
hear the music’s sound, been proven loud
we gon shoot it out, really flu-sick, blaaow!
rap is a book i’m not the best in the shelf
though i got real pages, -ssessment to self
freakin destiny, health, been pestered in wealth
wait… why am i stressin myself? ha!
chorus
if y’all can’t find us we in the backyard chillen
soon as they pop they heat then “f” it imma start trippin
we in a back gettin wild and let ’em b-st-rd listen
don’t come to us frontin we came in the backyard chillen
verse 2
grind in a month then we off vacation
sign with your botanist, confirmation
rhyme with ’em greens no altercation
then we off in the streets while we roll in patience
stoned and blazin, backyard roastin, bakin
got enough gr-ss in the field, mow that will you?
enjoying it before we get we old and aging
pack ’em thangs never been loaded lately
ugh! start to win it, hard to beat it, paused a minute
then we back! constant k!llin
harsh, infinite, art invested, monsta in it
stop barking business, man we far from finished!
dopest rhymes, infinite immortalized
so divine rapsk!ll close to christ
molded lies, split them open wide
i’ve shown ’em fire brr! really blows your mind
i’m a soldier, right!? makin older guys, sound private i told you why!
now i’m boastin? sigh..
see my ghost inside? i’m not a simple casper if i quote your lines it’ll be a poltergeist
i’m not the 6th man, figga! i’m the go to guy!
bestowed in my thrown with pride
keepin it a hundred over prototypes
dunking on em jokin rhymes, posterized!
chorus
bridge
(wait wait, this is how they rap nowadays men)
showin these figgaz who got the best flow
blowin this swisha that’s rolled with hash bro
hopin some chickas to bone no cash though
c-ke n some liquors go pour my gl-ss, oh!
hittin booty calls dial up! h-llo?
while sippin on syrup with ’em v’s that’s dope
can’t throw a party? man, who said no?
blah blah blah blah let’s go
chorus
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