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walk silently - ryler smith lyrics

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[verse]
it shows you faked the half
i know they make up facts
you ain’t got money left
after they deducted the tax

i lay these gold raps
n put em on wax
you n*ggas gone fast
they leaving the mass

f*ck a mask it getting personal
really crazy what words can do
hardly anyone versatile
ain’t n0body who worth the while
watch your feelings
could get hurtful now
in search for style
i’m doubtful y’all reach the summit
i’m certain pal

now get the f*ck out my chair
i be the new n*gga
24 turned 25
already grey hair
already been herе
no rookie, new comer bookin
no spеcial treatment
jus let me do my sh*t
get paid n get f*ck out here

like shwoosh?
a n*gga disappearing in smoke
he busy with shovelling toads
get the part or get toast
my n*gga

we dont share formulas
blasting your orbit up
like classy porcelain
my sortiment’s exorbitant

all that money is useless
when you dead in that palace
all that money won’t sooth you
when you restin’ in ashes

lord its funny i ain’t ususally do this
but lately i been questioning myself
and my faith in this music
i hate to refuse it
but i feel no energy
plus all of this pressure
which on my shoulders
straight crippling me

uh
i feel a presence
but i feel no presence
my gut feeling telling me something
i try to make sense

[bridge]
straight pull off like huskis
thin ice, let the bus skid
trust kid
i’mma send a wave
through that crust if
y’all thinking i’m a suspect

trust in fidelity
knock it
busted
brush it
bust it with rustic integrity
i don’t trust your credentials b
these hyenas got no empathy
how we do it in the wild east
f*ck the wild west
contenders want the
title of your highness

blue lights from the sirens
taifuns breaking silence

no belief of what we saw next
real proof of the progress
get it baby gonna win it all
no risk no fun
san francisco to london

[verse 2]
uh
stack up staccatos
until we can settle
spread it like avocados
this b*tter too thorough

black outs in singapore
aiming to hit the score
lived a tour
that life too d*mn crazy
to live one more

gas it like porsches
back slidin’ on porches
backhand slappin
these punks
too much torque from the many horses

tell me
you leader or are you a tourist?
my words make an atheist
believe in the higher force

uh
redeeming my fire
entire society
encyclopedia in a pocket
used as tv

too greedy
uh
feel of the speed of the rush
it’s your ticket
time ticking and tock
can’t get enough
uh

check
f*ck the fakin
we be here for the rough
realest n*ggas be silent
the fake act tuff

the fake too loud
better just watch your mouth
for they wash you out
especially when them
snakes be all around you

i got call from my n*gga c
he got beef with a certain a
ain’t no joke that situation
had both up in a jail

you boast to prevail
you a ghost in a town
i’m closing your file
a n*gga dont attract to the foul

since a child
they called me that noun or
new coach in the town
what happens when we press
fast forward now

introducing
the coup de grace dude
excuse my last few
past occasions
too many drinks
had me flat in the bath room

had me acting a mad fool
no excuse i been ruthless
too many times and you might wake up
finding yourself toothless
i feel gratuitous
young, all the sh*t i’ve done
makes me question on a daily basis
whether i deserve all this

hard on myself
self taught instincts
that i got attatched to
my mind like the drain
of a f*cked up bathroom

- ryler smith lyrics

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