NOTEBOOKS TO KNOTS est une chanson en Anglais
Mm-hmm
Midwest Connect, nigga
Right here
Mixtape
Need you to see this, all I need is to see
You turn a fast talker, five bites of light
Hard rhymes, tight tight, shine spark from limelight
And I sound right, on the dotted line
When it's time to write a hot rhyme
Only you'll believe it, you know I got rhymes
I sound engaged, people over a lot of times
Drinkin' vessels till they half dollar sized
Can't show you how to get it, cause I got mine
Show you what to do, move it, how to flip it
But now it's time to see, I had to rip this bar
But spit this hard, cause this year I wanna give my family
Gifts, not cards, and teaming them
Y'all gotta give us some awards, but at least nominate us
And let us sit with the stars
Get down here, put in the work
Tired of biting my tongue, instead of putting my foot in these jerks
Wanted a hood and it hurts, but it had to get better to work
Connect's a closer than opportunity, since we get chatter from work
But it continues to lead to selling the news instead of the dirt
So I made it a game, switched to slang, it's language
Tell em I said it first, created like the devil, it gets worse
Every day's better than the first, like the blessings in birth
I get from heaven to earth, like the magic of music or worse
But language is usually the curse of blessing to you in the birth
Let your prayers thank God, this is the testimony to you that it works
But my mind got a light and dark side, so I speak in an eclipse
From the angel to the demon, that's some deep shit
I fuck with loose hoes and tight beats
Got a better deal than often poking tight grease
So much heroin and dope in the kitchen, they call me Chef Boyardee
Serving whores get geeked, cursing whores in the streets
Claiming they had a bad day
With the couples, call my crack house the Hard Rock Cafe
Being found to get a big blast
Off today's special, call me Stimpass
Gotta pick up from a service, I ain't gonna let you have more than what I let him have
Like Sinbad, this a different world than what you thought
Flip birds, like cooking bitches, goose and catapults
Mass murders to the infects, victims on an asphalt
Cops that outline some minibodies that they running out of choke
My medallion big enough to shovel some snow
My supply like Nicki Minaj, so I shovel some snow
And I'ma let the vessels show
The shine is the look of something that'll forever glow
I'm married with Mary Mary, blueberry pie, fruit married in the dro
Smoke Valrhona, so I keep cheese like Crab Maddock
I'm Crab Maddock, get boomin' elbows and niggas chattin' in the grove
Claiming they murdered with these bitch ass niggas laying in jail
And I don't know what you heard about these hoes about me
But while you eating her out, I wouldn't even take her out to eat
I thought a cold hook's a lot, so I got to tell my notebooks to not top close
Blow up your spotters, you see I stay blowed off their post
Mary Jane ain't a joke of a game, I cop on my man everyday and I still know his name
Hot shit nigga, it's hot shit nigga, it's hot shit nigga
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