paroles de chanson Death Note - Infinite Solus

I'm so dope I could kick it wit no chorus tho
All these other niggas retarded just like yo horoscope
Morbid dome
Forfeit ownership of all yo mortal souls
Before I hold a pen and write enormous woes

Nigga want smoke, okay nigga well then let's go
I just wrote yo government up inside my death note
Hit him get a couple licks, and then you get ya neck broke
I don't make the rules, well I planned this so I guess so
Next foe
This other nigga actin like a fed bro
An opp yo
Kill the verse and I don't plan to stop, go
Jot those
Hot flows
Poppin off like shots thrown
Rockin on and off yo jaw and nostrils
You lost hope
Mock em for the faults he got, but never saw bro
Marchin down the hall or block, just tryna pause, hold
Onto a larger thought that keeps him hostile
Cuz wether he far or not, or if he on dope
Every fuckin bar is hot, or it ain't drop yo
Ik that I'm hard to top, that's why her jaw broke
I aint tryna Harbor thots, that's why I dodge most
But when I get my target locked, a nigga sauce cold

Give what you get like you ever received a wound
These niggas love to talk like they have seen abuse
Say my name too much I pull up like beetle juice
Nigga don't want smoke then do what a tree would do
Fuck off
Nigga why tf do you cap? you never bust shots
I don't give nun of em dap, them niggas just odd
I be get vicious on tracks and you did what dawg?
Oh yeah you be spittin of fads, tryna clutch on
A fuck that you ain't ever get back, lackin love lost
So soon as I grip on to that, I'll give nun dawg
Function off the Bic when it smack, get my buzz on
Sunken in this bitch but in fact, every puff brought closure
A rush not known
I don't trust my dome
Say I'm fucked, not close
Imma puff my ghost
Till I bust hot flows
Or combust, Pop toaster
I must stop, no word

Nigga want smoke, okay nigga well then let's go
I just wrote yo government up inside my death note
Hit him get a couple licks, and then you get ya neck broke
I don't make the rules, well I planned this so I guess so
Next foe
This other nigga claim he got the best flows
I wreck those
Ain't no fuckin way that I can't test bro
Set tones
And moods in the tunes fuckin boom through yo headphones
Who then can get close
To him? I said yo!
Silence is sometimes an answer, forget it tho
Ik that never like when I'm gettin woke
That's why when niggas on mics wit no better goal
Tell you the ideal life you can't let it go
Yall tryna go catch a vibe, they want cheddar bro
Them niggas dosed up they mind like a vegetable
Hopin they blow when they sign, know no better tho
Homies keep blowin my line, Hit my telephone
"Lonely? got no need to lie" still I tell em no
Lowkey, I'm so clean, I might need to sell a soap
Go cheef, wit mo weed, and spy wit my telescope
Phonies, who only uptight cuz they never smoke