Текст песни Never Empty - B.G.P.

That metal be heavy
My doses be deadly
Y'all better be ready
My cup never empty

Still jamming Pimp C
I'm dizzy and tipsy
My flow be Da Vinci

No man above
No man beneath me
Time is money I'm too busy
We stay moving like the Gypsy
Frank Sinatra with the whisky

My bitch hook it up too
A Bag lady like Erykah Badu
I ain't never did none
I didn't have to
Is your cup half empty or half full

Sippin' that drank
And I'm back to the bank
I be stacking the mail
And I'm taking a stamp
Club stay jumping
Like bikes on a ramp
Go pound for pound
I smoking it up
Like a champ

Shorty be thick Rikishi
Presidential Moni Lewinsky
I don't Six Nine Tekashi
Cause she might snitch
On my lil mami

Gas tank never on E
Right before the duel
You can feel the cold breeze
In my neighborhood
We don't call the police
Left hand piano
I keep it low key
This simulation
Won't let you be free
Sippin OE as I blaze OG
Still jamming Big Moe and SUC
Ride 24's rip Kobe

That metal be heavy
My doses be deadly
Y'all better be ready
My cup never empty

Still jamming Pimp C
I'm dizzy and tipsy
My flow be Da Vinci

Shorty got that afterglow
Her measure golden ratio
Art like Michael Angelo
My holy grail will overflow

Love is just a rodeo
Like Juliet and Romeo
I know one day I will go
But my throne won't be overthrown

I'm after a billion
And no I don't need your opinion
They camouflage like chameleon
Reptilian dressed as civilians

Television mind control
They're on patrol
They want your soul
Look at the scroll
The word foretold

Solve the code
Complete your goal
Defeat the foe
Not everything that shine
Is gold

Future anxieties
We smoke like refineries
Plug with varieties
Secret societies
The eye in the sky can see

That's why you and I can't be
Forever the rivalry
Till death do us righteously
My cup full of vibrancy
Parental advisory

That metal be heavy
My doses be deadly
Y'all better be ready
My cup never empty

Still jamming Pimp C
I'm dizzy and tipsy
My flow be Da Vinci

Change is inevitable
Learn to adapt
According to season
Real shit, real shit