Songtexte Talk - Esco Lone

Boy from out the gutter, talk to me its not alowed
Im antisocial, write tht on my grave when im put down
Im terror in the cloud, It was the streets, the color made me
Anyways im slyly tryna fuck the game abort the baby
Hungry brudda, hitting licks his bread and butter
Cus the cards He dealt to me werent meant for playin
Black jack or poker
Every card inside my deck an ace of spades
Don't respect the game
Had the soildiers trust when shottin caine
Like its check-a-trade
Check your name, i aint heard it once before
Aint heard of me becah i creep where reapers play
Behind the scenes in black embrace
Ever seen the rovers dem that match the garms
Theres arms in this vehicle like he collecting body parts
And prolly is
Flip the switch becah the game is boring
Rappers talk bout boring up
Must be talkin bout your music
Same don he walks about talking like he has the cheek
Ill grab it like my son
Then beat him like the darg he claims himself to be
Im not the one
Cruddy Lone, Loney Don, Esco spin ya dome
Thats without the chrome, strike the beat then pose
Married to the game but she proposed
Chosen one, born with purpose
Probably why I grew up in the council flats where fiends were lurkin
Life aint perfect
I shrug my shoulders the boulder moves
I hone a set skills that cant be borrowed the clones confused
A role model never, went through hunger and street abuse
Dont get it misconstrued im still a menace when time is due
Im on the move
Bitch bad and bougie her bag designed by jimmy choo
Ill pull her in some black tracksuit and broken nikey shoes
I spot her from afar
Tally ho, hoes, we tally those
Panty hoses, pussy and overdosage
No threat to Lone
Swear that back elastic
Grab and slap it like a rubber band
Elastico flip and flap it
The bunda bend like magic
Tryna have my finger in the bitch and foot up on the rap game
The way she talks it gives a brudda migraine
As a yute eatin food was harder than the coke
My brudda sold the cards n beat the case cah he never broke
Black dont crack unless you smoke it
Consequence is tragic, like havin talk without actual guts to back it