Lyrics Cardiac - Hemlock

They ain't ready nah tryin' to hold me back, no
An creepin' up the block top a cul-de-sac, whoa
Cleanin' out some clocks here to fold you back, yo
Give every beat my heart call me cardiac, whoa

I hope Drake puts his money in the grave, whoa
I'mma dig it up hope he learned to save, whoa
Flood the market till you drown in my wave, slow
Y'all playin' God consider me a plague, whoa
63 Cadi ride wit some D, BOs
Add me to ya playlist listen take a seat, close
Keepin' it a hundred like I spit a C-note
Spotlight on my dick see it thru the peep-hole
Time to bring the noise in I enjoy destroyin'
Don't bring ya boys in I'm antidote in all this poison
Hemlock don't play coy girl ya wanna join in
Yea she wit that cake her panties already moisten
Believe it or not cant stop to close can smell what's on top
An pot runneth over now its Country Rap an all this K-Pop
I'mma monster hot mess Loch Ness try'na get a neck bop
Stranger danger not at the range I'm here shootin' my shot

They ain't ready nah tryin' to hold me back
Creepin' up the block top a cul-de-sac
An cleanin' out some clocks here to fold you back
Give every beat my heart call me cardiac, whoa

Call me cardiac, whoa
Call me cardiac, whoa

I haven't even started like this since the get, go
Afraid to be you bitch I let my grays, grow
You ain't on my level I suggest you lay, low
An sat it wit ya chest an choke on these jue-vos
Rappers out there don't want me on a feature, no
Go mono y mono throw you thru the speaker, whoa
I'm solo in this game creepin' like the reaper, whoa
An people love to follow peep ya new leader, hoe
See I'm more unique then those you think are elite
Got Christian Bale in a Lamb waiting across the street
An not a peep from little sheep ya hear me bitch capeesh
Got Nike cleats on these feet kick in teeth if we compete
Yea, an nail in the coffin sorry but I do this often
College dropout sorry kids I had no Lori Loughlin
An never paid I paved my way thru yea with all this talkin'
Here to open wounds pour forty-four gallons of salt in

They ain't ready nah tryin' to hold me back
Creepin' up the block top a cul-de-sac
An cleanin' out some clocks here to fold you back
Give every beat my heart call me cardiac, whoa

Call me cardiac, whoa
Call me cardiac, whoa