paroles de chanson To The Topic - Krazy Khano

Yeah, Falling in love with the digits
Digital marketing, that's the new Business ventures
Mobbin', they moppin'
They comin' with sticks, go live on the stages
Testing the angles, some fly in the sky and get lost in the angles
Birds ain't the angels, I bust out the chains
Buck up reload the chambers
Bus in the game you get thrown in chambers
Brothers ain't partners, they purposely pop ya for profit
The bitches Gon sell you her fruit, its bananas
Tomato, Tomato we still cook the jam
Put in the pan, make the deposit (Yeah)
The feelings is misty, I'm high on the clouds
Keep stayin' consistent with I announce
Believe him the mindset is mining for crowns
For drip he be digging right down to town
I ain't your social your daily activity feed
Imma beat with no bpm rapping a dream
From the leech to the streets to the G's that's deceased
I'mma leave you graffiti and flee to do me
Selfish this, selling this, selling that, saying this, fair enough
Pull off the top, feel the breeze
Still with the hype, the flow get leased
Percs of the kicks and snares, put khano on that shit
Rolling with mad scripts, Krazy do backflips
Write down your address, we finna crash it
Pass me the dash, keep mixing and mashing
Passing the matrix, pinching her ass cheeks
Fuck with a passion, minimum masses, minimum taxes
Still underground, need to move faster, faster

Risky amounts, they don't talk about
Dark workloads, they don't talk about
Landlords, War lords, no-one talk about
Who got the bounce? (Uh)
No-one talk about (Uh)

No-one talk about it
When you stay long on a topic (Straight up)
No-one talk about it
When they break the law with narcotics (Straight up)
They Gon talk about you
When they state y'all on the top list (Straight Up)
Then they'll talk about you
How you raw and you menacing (Look at This)
Runnin' my hand up under that bitch
Rugged I'm runnin' I'm making a wish
Ready prepared, don't stutter or glitch (Yeah, Yeah)
Reasonable doubt you dumber than I think
Playing thoughts of a pussy man pardon my dick
People fall for the boogie man they finna slip quick
Petty goals in a lucid dream gunners and clicks
Pretty bars, pretty boy, get a load of this hits don't miss
Outta venom, outta pills automatic
All up in a holy van, talking trance
Take a hit in the house, on the tab
All of that, all of that, run the trap

They ain't Gon talk about it, write the notes see you tomorrow
And your base getting hollow, fill the bottle, sip your sorrow
Topics getting missed, men's talkin' bout a bitch
Time ain't free nor leased you can't even borrow
Getting no fee then the hos Gon fold
Getting no reach, no purpose what I wrote
Now the fans go low plus you can't sell dope
'Cause the feds will know and the fear won't go
The bag in the way that shit need to bust
Crumbs on the floor racks to dust
Static don't thrive wear and tear rust
Loudness the subtly, need to adjust
Back to the lab, full tube, full cup
Menace acts from the roots, no innocent one
No peace from a fund
No reason to front, no reason to front

Risky amounts they don't talk about
Dark workloads they don't talk about
Landlords, War lords no-one talk about
Who got the bounce? (uh)
No-one talk about (uh)