letra de marble steak - crimeapple & big ghost ltd
i’m remembering everybody who’s frontin’, roof cavin’ in, see it but don’t wanna give it up tryna make us sit in the nosebleeds and sh-t, i got you wow
[verse 1:]
i only gain strength from each loss, snakes tempted by weak thoughts
i’m calm, twistin’ my noodles in the meat sauce
plottin’, watchin’ the clock tick because i’m c4
’till then i eat off, crushin’ molly in the himalayan sea salt
plus the sh-t to clear the snot from your body
eyes poppin’ out your head like paul giamatti
don’t talk to me sloppy, got a second passport with the alias, rather fill my living room with aquariums
far as rap, don’t compare me to no mammalian
i’m easily triggered kush dancin’ in a swisha, chardonnay in my liver
i’m takin’ chances by the river sent the duck with the bubble
if it’s trouble, free the pop from the muzzle you’d be a puddle, cats frontin’, that’s nothin’ new, young and buggin’ for the juice, that’s a goof merely a discussion over soup, gather loot
like the city on fire acquire foreign sh-t, be fortunate
stats change for when it’s pouring, nothin’ more to this
[hook:]
line ringin’, that’s a power call marble steak match the shower walls lames tried, it had to count in loss your sh-t a ‘ight, but it didn’t quite amount to sauce
[verse 2:]
all i ever wanted to do was ride lex bubble
and have a wife who got ronda rousey p-ssy muscles rapunzel, my honeysuckle, money make my tummy rumble i kept it humble, but came for the spot, it wasn’t subtle
stayin’ up for every night that i was slept on
now they payin’ extra for the sauce like it’s szechuan
every verse teflon
should be in the nba b-tch, don’t let me get enraged, sm-t signin’ ndas
just a slurpin’ orphan out, she open off vernacular
on my d-ck like a catheter, can’t capture a bachelor
the wisdom made my toes curl, bills from the old world
trippin’ down soho, lookin’ like soglo
i’m focused on decorum, novus ordo seclorum
your life boring, throwin’ salt on my name in the forums
ha, this the flow you only hear with a ouija board
white, i’m sellin’ so stupid, it should come with a tiki torch
“it ain’t no shame in our game, we do our thing, son”
tell how you beat on the cop wasn’t no cop, man, it was cops, plural nine, ten cops, beat the sh-t out of ten cops
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