paroles de chanson break through - Pats feat. The Kyd

Droppin hot shit but them hashtags flakey
Algorithm got me really fucked up lately
Good thing I love the fans and it's not about the paper
My bars are pure ice don't forget to pack your scraper
Other rappers bars salty like a grumpy neighbour
Your girly is a snack kinda like a chunky wafer
I take her out shoppin' only if she signs a waiver
I'm only signin' big deals, homie's on the waivers
Never will I waiver on this route to stack the paper
Earth shaker, the quaker, no oats in my flavour
The saviour of rap music I'm bout to get it tatted
The baddest on the mound yo, my pounds the fattest
Sounds the raddest, ya audio is static
Rest in peace to rappers' only care about the status
My girl the baddest, titties like Trish Stratus
Used to fuck bitches, probably more than Magic
Skipped on the AIDs cus I stay independent
I do this for myself not because you recommend it
The game a straight line but I'm here to fuckin' bend it
Practice every day man I really fuckin' send it

You only got one chance so what you gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm finna do, I'mma break through
I'mma break through, imma break through
If it's the last thing I do; imma break through
You only got one chance so what you gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm finna do, I'mma break through
I'mma break through, imma break through
If it's the last thing I do; imma break through

Watch the provocateurs move in the spot for more loot
As we rock velour suits, shit talk? We warned yous
Get shocked with war wounds
Can't stop, it's straight to the top with more views

V 2 and I'm back in business
Post covid bro I got some work to finish
You tryna find some work know I got that for you
All we do is stack paper, hope that does not bore you

It's the All Day crew, those PK dudes
Our breakthrough in plain view since the debut
It's like 'caine how I'm addicted to this race, too
Take a whiff, let's see where it takes you

Casket's prepped, you know the duo's back
With Pats to bless a rap cassette, a smooth throwback
With mad extracts of meth when we spew those tracks
And capture zest of vets on any loop, notepad
Don't acquiesce to a pest we soon go smack
A cat who test and put to rest your pseudo-rap
Collapse ya fad's success, you've gathered massive cheques
But the cash collected's been fool's gold stacked, bitch
Since adoles' been on this route, no cap
Elaborate quest, no average rep, the Chulo Mack
Who choreographs your steps to your tombstone, Jack
Cadavers left, don't ask the question: "who wrote that?"
The K

You only got one chance so what you gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm finna do, I'mma break through
I'mma break through, imma break through
If it's the last thing I do; imma break through