letra de nightmare flow - esco lone
lone
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esco run for the paper
gotta stack that for the long run (run that)
see i got two accounts for the money
one’s barclays other one’s stashed in a shoebox (in a shoebox)
that’s adidas nike or its reebok
sling that food like a yute on his high chair (uhh)
cuz said the food turn your nightmares
toked it the night there
fried off my mind like brudda let’s – (i’m fried)
[verse]
lets chase that dream ‘fore the daylight take it (let’s chase it)
when i daydreamed it took my focus
ain’t ever dream about makin it out, (nah i ain’t)
see the bottom’s where the home is (lone)
where toads and rats and snakes is (rats and snakes)
and folk with packs and blades (packs and blades)
i’m told our roles impact our neighbours
hold this one be back with paper (hold it)
just a n-gga dressed down in a bummed out trackie
air nikes and a puree spliff
and a license to k!ll any beat man touch
it’s a golden midas one (i was bummy)
said got one midas touch
but i can’t say the same when it ain’t about sh-lling me a beat
i don’t know about making it out or plaques
or no mobo all i really know is that (all i know)
i ain’t sellin now but i’ll f-ckin’ sh-ll it when i land
sh-ll up in the guage shall i sh-ll it?
shotta flow, up in the centre of my plan
there’s a target imma shoot for
tryna get more credit for my hand- (woo)
-diwork, doing magic with the pencil (aye)
bang juj when i’m running instrumentals
lone skinny and he snap hard like pencils
brudda can’t keep with flow your not meant to (can’t keep up)
imma carve my name in the scene one day
only time imma self incriminate (only one time)
i got that sk!ll from the top shelf
n-ggas ain’t use so them man can’t reach it
lead from this tec is lethal, but compared to this lead it’s tekky (lead is tekky)
fire up heat till my lips come chapped up
its auto mode ain’t no hesi’ in my flow (no, nah)
or hesi’ in the cash flow
money in my veins, money in my genes (trust me)
nah i ain’t rich just got money for a place (no)
money for a face not money on my garms
won’t drip for a g but i’ll drip for my ski
that’s bro with a ski mask donny with the t–th
money for the pain, money for the rain
money keep me sane g a predator for papes see i- (trust that)
see i place my anger and hate in bars
like edl chelsea fans (haaah)
being lidge might not hold for long
cah the words can hold the aggression
but can’t hold corn for paigon oppression
raging flows from the red sea’s potent
take deep breaths ‘fore i pay for the session
tryna rap for money not trap for a passion (no)
yg come slim but he still got stripes on the road like crossings
see cah he whipped it well in the pyrex (yo)
and he whips it well in a polo (he did)
now he whips it well in beamers too
that’s class but he won’t drive benzes (yo)
i told him watch the expenses bro
don’t let them watch what your spending (watch that)
cah you move complacent?
best know man are out there trying angles on your success
breed from your hype in it’s excess
showing feelings they ain’t express (better watch that)
see his whip, just press its ‘matic (yeh)
all this from pressing with semis (semis)
lets flip these packs till the sunrise
cah i can’t sleep if i ain’t made money (can’t sleep)
mouth full of food still grab me some more
got greed so i need more
raised in the slums so i know that i been poor
riding on peds with pebs tryna see more
cutting off heads if i need ‘fore i see more this –
night ain’t finished
tryna reap rewards blud i dont need wars
blud i need blood i can trust said it before
lone ain’t social, anti social (anti)
antifreeze for my flows
im above all, they can’t see it (no)
wake up in your nightmares you will feel it (you’ll feel it)
short n-gga with a short temper
i need me a reason to not pop semis and shot food
tryna ride a life out of bars i ain’t trapped in
yo, aye
tryna ride a life out of bars i ain’t trapped in (i ain’t trapped in)
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esco run for the paper
gotta stack that for the long run (for the long run)
see i got two accounts for the money
one’s barclays other one’s stashed in a shoebox (in a shoebox)
that’s adidas nike or its reebok
sling that food like a yute on his high chair
cuz said the food turn your nightmares
toked it the night there
fried off my mind like brudda let’s –
(lone)
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