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Denise's Last Son lyrics

Performer Erick The Architect

Denise's Last Son song lyrics by Erick The Architect official

Denise's Last Son is a song in English

Frequent or it's foreign genius
Premature, born anemic but I rose a phoenix
Jah freed me from a fetus
Though you keep a secret, I aint preaching, but you buy allegiance
I aint tryna teach it, we just follow suit
So I'm stepping in Bottega right before I hit that booth
I got movies, interludes, you aloof when in the Louvre
I'm acting loopy, you confused, I'm in Paris drinking too, nigga
2013 was in the dollar van with you nigga!
This another one, Denise's lasting son
Shopping carts in the hood, were like cars, where we're from
I got involved in sipping rum, my whole block was on 1
Was a kid and seen Fredro Starr on the block one time
Way before the Lanvin, I got guap in Jordan
While flapping these gums, hittingJapanese jawns
Sit-back and reform, getting stacks to pre-form
cll the backs I leaned on, yeah we that, we re-born, re-born
Drinking with my wiz
Never run with your mouth you think unless its relative
Still embellishing, intelligence, I always did
Fuck what other people say, you can protect your kids
Unconditional the love is real with blemishes
Had to my dread my head, a hat to match my melanin
Kurt Vonnegut with harsh intent, won't share my pen
I'm in my element, I swear to God I always been

Ok I walk like this
Mobbing out in Paris, France
Sharper than a razors edge
(That's Denise's last son)
I'm drinking red
Mobbing out in Paris, France
Momma said protect your kids
(That's Denise's last son)

Generating bread, the hustle made me hang my head
Swerving drunk Im tryna escape the Razors Edge
I'm off the meds
Tryna push me off the ledge, I'm tired of playing Simon Says
Got some drama with me, it get sticky, when it's time for this
crthur Fist, drama find me here, bag is Damier
Bigger coats, and they wanting bigger smoke, this time of year
Every summer, drama find me with, my conglomerate
Until we push the prime I'm praying to be tolerant
Of the bullshitt
Every time I have a thought I question even, if I say it
Nowadays you make excuses for your music, but they play it
Far as I'm concerned, the only nigga who that really say it
Is the architect, create and charred the dialect
The fire burning in my chest
Had to find out what the ice bout, spent a couple on a set
Jewelry wet, pussy wet
Phony vibes is disconnect
Was on my shit before we met
So I aint really so impressed
Spent whole summer stressed but something told me to invest
How I'm feeling at the moment, at the bottom of them steps
God smiling at me vexed, went through trauma to be best
Explaining why I rap like I got 5 minutes left
I try to dodge them cigarettes, man my uncle from the 'jects
Man my mommas from the 'jects, so don't tell me I aint blessed
With every fiber in my flesh, I try crying but I'm stressed
Had to fly out to West but still we Giants on the Jets

Ok I walk like this
Mobbing out in Paris, France
Sharper than a razors edge
(That's Denise's last son)
I'm drinking red
Mobbing out in Paris, France
Momma said protect your kids
(That's Denise's last son)
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