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fancy - deathwalk lyrics

hook (deathwalk)
i’m keepin’ it fancy
don’t wanna sag low and start dancin’
but it’s in my instinct that i have to
yet others be laughin’
man, this ain’t the joker, stop cappin’
you can start at the soviet anthem
not one o’ dem keen
i’m throwin’ punches to ya’ spleen
i’m sorry, don’t wanna be mean
life’s rough in the teens
don’t need a high-tech green-screen
i’m already build a machine

verse one (deathwalk)
hol’ up, let me breathe, it’s part o’ my life
not a daily dosage comin’ in my sight
they call me a k!ller but i don’t got no knife
i only got bars that win all the fights
i rappin’ at night, nick nite on the flight
two claps for the light, new heights shovin’ plights
i’m fancy, get it right, new shoes look alright
new pool froze to ice, keep coolin’ and tight
man, what were you thinkin’?
you pull up wit’ ice and you make ‘da ship sink in
yeah, man, it’s sunken, wit’ fish in ‘da bucket
ran home like you’re puckett, it’s sealed in the rukkus
enough, kids, i’m schoolin’ a lot in all cl-sses
enough to just smash it, like reuven’s old gl-sses
fade like grandpa’s ashes, it’s given me sadness
i thought my dad had this, but now i just have it
i’m feelin’ li’l dizzy, a carousel
my life keeps on spinnin’, he there as well
real diff’ and tricky to tell his tale
of how life o’ drizzy went from live to stale
ayy, he runnin’, good
ayy, ayy, he done it, ooh, good
he went schooled yo’ sonny, ha, good
dababy ain’t grow up for nothin’, ha

verse two (deathwalk)
i’m rockin’ these clothes and i’m doin’ god knows
wit’ a flash from a strobe, you’ll be off o’ yo’ phone
see-through like a ghost, i’m scopin’ right through ya’
like ski mask and post, clappin’ fame right to ya’
throwin’ it up in the air like a football
hear a rail-grind, he’s off o’ ‘da wall
grip tape all roughened like he wit’ a dark stall
light in his eyes, get fired like a marshal
gotta rest for a minute, comin’ back to go get it
tires flat, scrollin’ reddit for some facts, yet i didn’t
keep a cap for the dissin’, for the clout’s where they missin’
while the clock keeps on tickin’, got some fleas that keep itchin’ like gordon ramsay in the kitchen, dj and the chikka-chikka
rewind, hit ’em, hit ’em

verse three (deathwalk)
a round of applause for the man who be speakin’
and a round of the shots for a homie who ain’t listenin’
go a quarter to a million, next year pro’ly take a billion
safe sp-ce from society is in your own pavilion
i know it seems random, but they dubbin’ a tandem
shucks to cl-ssic hopsin, stayin’ ill in his anthem
trap montril in the heat, engrave his name in the beat
although it ain’t his, man, just let ’em speak
talkin’ mont. and the bullet chamber, vinin’ thomas sanders
need the flame to remember, fl!ckerin’ embers o’ pro members
take the mic and walk out, leave the croud in a pout
‘cuz if you try to say a word, the whole world will go shout
got a choppa’ on ‘da flow, keepin’ fancy on the flo’
trackin’ louis on my boat, ‘at’s my call, gotta go
go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go

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