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swishers and old e - big midas lyrics

[verse 1: cannabowl]
no silence, i’m bringing heat to my climate
and i ain’t even trying, motherf*cker, i just do it by rhyming
i heard some dudes have been spying
what i’ve been k!lling my time with
i’m telling you right quick, if you roll up and fire it
creeping in through your back door, what you packin’ a gat for
i’m the grim reaper, b*tch, rolling in on a black horse
people pulling pistols and popping and robbing
swoop you off your feet after you go shopping
jack your wallet and [?]
if you’re banging the actual [?] you’re with
we’ll [?] with the clique
i spent my life kicking it with northsiders, b*tch
and i ain’t even got a claim ’cause them homies are family
and that sh*t is handy
’cause nowadays confrontation is all people hand me
i’m in your town, and i’ma do what i came here to
creep up from behind and bust a f*ckin’ shot through your rear view
or take you to a spot where n0body can hear you
and your funeral will be the first time [?] you
i sit with criminals while i spit residual
metaphorically choke your throat before i slit the physical
your sk!ll is visible but you can’t see it ’cause you lack the visual
but in a mind produced by dark haven, blackness is typical
[chorus: cannabowl]
i need more loving, more faith, more rigor, more ease
more money, more sp*ce, more liquor, more weed
more puffy, more bass, more swishers, old e
more busting, more hate, more sinners, oh please
i need more loving, more faith, more rigor, more ease
more money, more sp*ce, more liquor, more weed
more puffy, more bass, more swishers, old e
more busting, more hate, more sinners, oh please

[verse 2: big midas]
i wish i didn’t care if someone liked my music
i wish i didn’t care if my crew thought i’m too sick
it’s all dumb connections because i’m a human
no math, but i can pop you so you quickly lose your fluids
it doesn’t matter what i say because the streets have their way
homies chasing paydays getting rent for the home
fifteen*year*olds having babies and smoking bones
and that’s real words from the streets
i know ’cause i can hear ’em breathing
put my ear to the concrete and my body starts seizing
i’ll murder a broad, repeatedly stab ’em
my sixteens hitting with hidden bars
wu tang sword style swinging as fast as spitting darts
y’all must be kidding me, dog
i could literally hit you so hard that you’ll imprint the wall
and i’ll spit this g rap gang sh*t
i’ll body a track and go watch a kung fu fl!ck
i’m king midas, but i spit the five deadly venoms
i defeated the one armed swordsman and used his other one as a weapon
[chorus: cannabowl]
i need more loving, more faith, more rigor, more ease
more money, more sp*ce, more liquor, more weed
more puffy, more bass, more swishers, old e
more busting, more hate, more sinners, oh please
i need more loving, more faith, more rigor, more ease
more money, more sp*ce, more liquor, more weed
more puffy, more bass, more swishers, old e
more busting, more hate, more sinners, oh please

- big midas lyrics

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