letra de black olives - prdctdgtal
[verse 1: isaiah]
gonna give you a piece of my mind
if you ain’t a fan, you’re wastin’ my time
workin’ 24/7, always on the grind
can’t see us, y’all must be blind
lurkin’ on the beat, better watch your behind
got cheated on for like the fifth time
feelin’ depressed, so i put it in my rhymes
think i’m goin’ mad but ignoring all the signs
i’m a mexican who don’t speak spanish
wanna get big, so i can live lavish
skip a couple steps and miss all the classes
spittin’ my art, the world is my canvas
i’m a bottom feeder and i’m feelin’ famished
gotta stay fed so i can do some damage
hop on the flow ’cause i’m feelin’ savage
none of y’all are special, rippin’ off thе bandage
[hook: aaron, isaiah]
scruffy ass face with a big ego (b-tch, nah)
feed on my blood likе mosquitos (b-tch, nah)
my bars ain’t spicy they pico (what?)
never dressed up, no tuxedo (yeah)
feelin’ all chilly like i’m eating baskin robbins
y’all wanna cop the iced-out chains and the watches?
hate on a man who settled ’cause he got his
y’all f-ckers stay salty like you black olives (olives)
[verse 2: z, aaron]
b-tch
f-ck
i can’t escape from this sh-t man i’m stuck
it’s in my blood and it’s clottin’ me up
keep my eyes open but want them to shut
i’ma, i’ma, i’ma, i’ma
stab dave shapiro with a pitchfork (aye)
pop a f-cker head like a wine cork (aye, sh-t)
it’s time to celebrate
bring the champagne with some weed watch me elevate
aye, levitate, aye, meditate
aye, aye, aye, aye
spinnin’ my records i love -n-log
dude, watch me cry to the cures catalog
smoke up my car and wave hi to the hogs
i’m so gen z i’m a broken-down cog
yo, he f-ckin’ goofy lookin’ though
white boy in a band shirt i’m edgy
goodfella like my name young joe pesci
clock you with the right hand, right mind hefty
mic held tight, ignite, don’t test me
[hook: aaron, isaiah]
scruffy ass face with a big ego (b-tch, nah)
feed on my blood like mosquitos (b-tch, nah)
my bars ain’t spicy they pico (what?)
never dressed up, no tuxedo (yeah)
feelin’ all chilly like i’m eating baskin robbins
y’all wanna cop the iced-out chains and the watches?
hate on a man who settled ’cause he got his (alright)
y’all f-ckers stay salty like you black olives
[verse 3: aaron]
i’m overweight need to hit a treadmill (aye)
still gonna f-ck your sister, what’s the big deal?
while you wear a fake chain, i just keep it real
important like the pope, i got my own seal
let your feelings out, tell me how you feel
carin’ too much is my achilles heel
compare me to carnegie, i’m the man of steel
drive a granola-type automobile
beats that i make only six out of ten
my bars ain’t good i should put down the pen
privileged kid, with a white picket fence
need to shut the f-ck up, no one wants my two cents
two humped camel, that don’t make sense
need some context, need some pretense
all these eyes on me, i’m feelin’ tense
real sh-t, f-ck donald trump and mike pence
[outro: aaron, isaiah, z]
scruffy ass face with a big ego
feed on my blood like mosquitos
(like time, to a fly, is nothing)
my bars ain’t spicy they pico
y’all f-ckers stay salty like you black olives (olives)
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