paroles de chanson Return of the Istol - Soar Thumb

We making future
We making plans
To send a autograph
To your chic
She a fan
They say,"it's us"
They showing up
You dumb 'em down
We making it cool
To open them books back up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up

Put the key in the Cadillac
An get intergalactic
I put on for all the black kids
Across the atlas
Blood money in that
Pissy mattress
I pimp a fat bitch
Who smell like catfish
These hoes get greedier
On social media
Dudes rocking Balmains
An tweeting entrées
My paranoid suspicion
What happen to the church girl
Everybody Christian
But ain't nobody listen
Ah a 1, 2 a 1, 2
Shall I proceed
Yes indeed
Why The fuck
I gotta bless the drink
When I Bless my seed
With inheritance
When I rest I.P.
Plus the Tech, Heckler & Koch
AR15
My military hereditary
Cause black lives matter
Every where
But the cemetery
(That's right
Now you muthfuckas
Do the math on that)

We making future
We making plans
To send a autograph
To your chic
She a fan
They say,"it's us"
They showing up
You dumb 'em down
We making it cool
To open them books back up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up

I grew up
Random amounts
In my pocket
Stock it up
I don't get high
I sky rocket up
The best shit blowing
This my year
Jump in the DeLorean
An keep going
Make it rain
I'm a keep pouring
Weed rolling
Heat blowing
We making future
We making plans
You ain't gotta lie to me
About flattery
I'm grown ass man
I give you that
You know how to rap
Introduced you to gangsters
You ain't know how to act
You ain't bout that life
What you had a pack
How these cats
Get mad at facts
Your the furthest thing from fly
Your a landing pad
Stay in your place
Nigga Handle that
Cause when the popping starts
Bullets turn yo ass around
Like kids in a shopping carts
(An you 'ont really
Wanna be apart of that
So stay out the way)

We making future
We making plans
To send a autograph
To your chic
She a fan
They say,"it's us"
They showing up
You dumb 'em down
We making it cool
To open them books back up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up

Never claimed
To be the coldest
But when we was made
The mold was broken
Make you wild jokers
Spill yo tokens
Official like
The R in circle
Insult blurter
Break ya
Terror bringing spirit
Like a water boarding
Take your breath away
Then step away
Scar that ass like Leprosy
Do the math
Little daddy
Before actions
Get you subtracted
We sum cash addicts
Push puppy dawg
Out the attic
Crawled
Then we walked
Never ran
Now we run shit
Affiliates with block ties
Whip skillet
Got stretch marks
Corning Ware
Make it deep dish
Give you perfect shape
Like pot pies
You love that chicken
I'm Popeye
Catch you slipping
That's Tata
Soar Thumb, Slo Smiff
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We making future
We making plans
To send a autograph
To your chic
She a fan
They say,"it's us"
They showing up
You dumb 'em down
We making it cool
To open them books back up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up