paroles de chanson Alley Off The Glass Freestyle - Sir Hop

This feeling like an alley off the glass and shit
No rebounds, you won't need to crash for shit

I rap forreal, youse a fan wit a knack for it
I'm channeling through different things you don't factor in
These niggas wanna be a star like an asterisk
I laugh at this while my songs go to mastering
Then pass the spliff to my nigga sharing half the risk
Who half as sick
Brick and mortar couldn't stack to this
Way past your list
Don't ask me if I got mine
Got so many styles, I literally might be top 5
Last nigga to diss me couldn't even spit a hot line
I treat it like I ran outta minutes, hoe I ain't got time
Vine City missions keeping food upon the table
Plus unleaded in my whip, and then I'm doing what I'm able
Goin hard from different angles till my Gorgonzola stable
Then I'm coppin Cuban cables for the Hit Committee label
Let's go
Poetic Piff Pugilist so luminous
Jeans at the country club, this white shit so new to us
Only excusing us for the people who be cool wit us
Had to sneak the v-pen, I couldn't bring that ooh wit us
I'm chasing this gelato with this monster cookies
I'm a beast bitch, I'm looking for some monster pussy
Niggas mad I fucked they bitches rocking older Stussy
Rocking stages, its so crazy where this rappin took me
I remember days when all I had was prayers for the patience
Dying just to activate the latent
Doing different thangs like walking down 12 hr shifts for chicken change
Now I'm so heartless when I'm switching lanes
Ma, look what ya jit became
That fucked up nigga, but he out here spittin flames
He hit the dank and do what he does, just to get his name
Grandma and my uncle passed away and shit ain't been the same
I go out my way, tryna vindicate these hollow days
Although nowadays, ain't no trees lit for holidays
Unless I'm tryna blaze
Dawg, you caught me in an honest place
Some homage paid to baby goat, so overdue
Look how I'm flowing on this track
Yeah, you know I'm truth
I knew I had a classic 'fore I even stepped out the booth
While I was writing, had to tell P-Boi to stretch out the loop
So he threw it off the glass and now I'm dunking on niggas
Imma keep getting paid, dropping songs on yall niggas
Y'all motherfuckers sleep
Something wrong wit yall niggas
Narcoleptic, still acceptin what they thrown to yall niggas
Check their pulses, no one come closest
My poison dose is known to leave necrosis

I'm potent