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yellow tape - lord sko lyrics

[verse 1:]
bad blocks burn the midnight oil out of season
i did some careers blossom just not in my soil
i want my flowers by the time the sun rise in the morning
and they pay me ike scorsese, inspired the story
sliding and mori put an alligator sneaker on your adam’s apple
have you praying for your life outside the tabernacle?
stuffing gas inside the jacket only half the battle
since the kid been making big decisions like i had the gavel, trigger fingers with a coke nail i laid the groundwork so moles fed on the coattail
if you from my hood, we probably know your folks well
folk tell stories about how you got it for wholesale
you just the running, you shopping for middlemen
i spent a bunch of summers feeling hot under ceiling fans
coogi sweater and a bottle of ritalin i rap like mr. carter
with my arm and the rim again [??]
picturesque f*ck the fictional press sip moet
and keep a rest of running business while i tip the chef
she lifted dress to take a pic of a press stick in the flesh
i’m still a victim of stress, but i never missed a step
distant victory sirens it’s not too many fights
i know history side with
tried and true inspired to make it fireproof
uppercuts go knock your lower joint to your higher tooth
in the studio so much that i should buy a booth
they ask me why haven’t i been traveling that’s my excuse
prying loose the [ghost ??] rooms that i’m supposed to be in
see petty rapping beef i smack them both just so it’s even
sport your [bo g’s ??] like it’s all three of you don’t believe it
one hand in my pocket, other hold the b*tch i’m smoking weed with
show up on your record boast and leave your flow defeated
smokin potent ether soul supreme they want to [??]
the f*ck out of here, man i ain’t tripping on y’all bird ass motherf*ckers for real, dawg. big game
yo, blow piff in the low fat hunnid four fifth
never wrote in gold rings on my whole fist
don’t trip homie i never hold the short stick
got a bone to pick for your [??] in the river. go swim
sold tickets still on the road like a motorist notice
i’m putting in pai this is enough in to cope with
snow sniffer i’m slow stroking your whole quick
catch me headed home once i broke your nose over no string
p*ssy

- lord sko lyrics

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