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Dyme-A-Duzin
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Swank Sinatra (feat. Joey Bada$$, Capital STEEZ & CJ Fly)
Difference between me and you You think you should have it and I deserve it Dwelling on the past and I'm in the lab working Never spoke to God in the hood, there's bad service But I guess I got bars cause he sending 'em for certain Swanky Sin, got critics questioning what lane he in I'm just turning crowds into stadiums Pounds, I be blazin' the haze when I listen to Waves On the road searching for stones like Jackie and Jade
Ain't shit fly unless I rock it High like drop kicks in cockpits Red Eye fly shit holding chop sticks, split cheese with monsters Switching keys in partures, ain't pick a decent sponsor But bet I'll still archer, yo Dymez, I got them Slow ride through Gotham, the villain drink black like I'm Gothic, I be in the lab spitting topics Mixing toxics 'til the prophet's pockets profit Or 'til I get boxed in
T-shirt from Polo The rebirth of YOLO; if I'm trying to find a proto All I got to do is yodel, steaming on the low Got me dreaming like a mogul, the humidity is killing me I call that the ozone, Capital Swank Finally had the cash up in the bank, so the snakes want to Ask me if I'm great, we laughing in your face Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Cause rap was a mistake, when the entrees came
They almost had me eating steak
This hip-hop with a fly feel You'll be dead if you lie still, it's all about what you choose To do, buy steal Hoods niggas like grim reapers They soul takers, black hoodie bone breakers Put you to sleep, then you won't wake up, I mean, you could go From weight rooms to waiting rooms, be armed or curl up When that piece to your chest, so make your move, no April Fools
I just say the truth, gonna be a vacant tomb If you break the rules
A gift is my curse if I lift and I burst But fuck arms, I do enough harm when I'm kicking a verse I heard niggas went missing, where the dirt is when you surface? What you mean I ain't earn this? They ask for my service Emotions in his flow caught a wave, now he surfin'
But notice these demons and serpents be lurkin' It's urgent, still a rebel, fuck school, burn shit Don't ask him to pull up his pants up, it irks him
[Verse 6: Dyme-A- Til I die of an overdose of the dopeness, I'm floating higher Flying above the coast and just scoping and getting wiser I am a product of this box we call pop culture Creative pop filter bringing our collapse closer
Batman of this rap scam, they gasp over Spit facts over these tracks, deeper than Shaq's vox Dyme's dope, stay on my grind cause I know That time slow, puffing that lye smoke but time don't
Wait, you causing quakes When you're moving plates, illuminate, eliminate Got me thinking that it's the same, won't let a flow like mine Ever slip through the drain, cause I'm fit for the game
Watch me shift through the planes, the rap monster boss Is popping off if cops involved, shocked them all Dropping draws/jaws, now they chakras off, eating lobster sauce Stop it, dog, I'm above the law, led 'em on Weapons drawn, it's the art of war
I can feel it getting closer As Ls turn to clips, clips turn to roaches And those turn to bowl hits, oh shit Looks like we getting high again, that's another gram Of fires right to my diaphragm I blaze a dutch, then I pay the cut, you be on the wall Posted up, trying to make a cuff, groupies on my arm Just to prove that we swank enough Let me see you take a puff while I break it up
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