Текст песни Prime - Kane Smego
Finna
rock
the
microphone
till
I'm
gawn
And
I'm
long
buried
up
in
that
dirt
Never
no
unemployment
when
I
spit
it
Finna
put
it
down
y'all
can
come
get
this
work
If
your
raps
sound
like
a
cat
call
finna
get
your
latter
half
Strapped
to
a
medevac
dawg
Is
that
a
battle
axe
or
is
that
a
hacksaw
Novakane
used
when
he
Ginsu'd
every
last
song?
Had
their
hats
off
when
I
blast
off
And
just
coast,
like
Madagascar,
ahh
The
sweet
sound
of
a
beat
down
when
the
beat
drop
Plenty
have
tested
their
chops
Be
running
their
mouth
but
then
come
to
the
bout
And
we
go
the
Connor
Khabib
route...
Alla
y'all
hoping
that
me
stop
You
better
call
in
a
cease
fire
That's
bout
as
common
as
Trump
being
honest
Or
pink
polka
dots
on
a
Zebra,
hasta
la
vista
Better
off
betting
your
treasure
On
Dr.
Dre
dropping
the
Detox
Spittin'
sulfuric
till
the
folks
hear
it
With
my
whole
spirit
and
conspirators
are
stucker
than
cold
syrup
I
made
it,
on
my
own
merit
What
I've
got's
not
for
sale,
you
on
clearance
2,
3,
5,
7-I'm
in
my
prime
Cali
zipcode,
Durham
County
grind,
yah
You
already,
run
wit
my
city
You
already,
Runaway
fitted
You
already,
yah,
you
already
Fame
over
honor,
profit
over
purpose
Change
just
a
little
for
the
cake
is
it
worth
it?
Never
that!
Pawn
shit,
y'all
immature
Do
you
want
a
cookie
wit
your
Similac
sir?
Simple
fact,
fear
never
been
a
factor
Every
tenant
in
my
city
was
a
benefactor
'Cause
I
feed
off
the
hometown,
set
out
to
prove
See
that
I'm
grown
now,
a
kid
at
the
root
Book
me
a
feature
I
promise
I'll
body
the
verse
Oughtta
be
more
than
another
commodity
heard
They
tried
to
bury
me
but
I
be
drivin'
the
hearse
Cleverly
dodging
the
urn,
every
drop
of
the
reserve
Goes
into
rippin'
the
beat,
cherry
on
top
of
dessert
Lacin'
the
loop
with
the
heat,
that's
why
they
call
me
the
perm
Break
the
monotony,
sacred
astronomy
learned
Ancient
as
botany,
takin'
a
draw
of
the
herb
Statin'
my
policy,
makin'
the
prophecy
heard
Pleading
my
case
in
the
verse,
win
it
we
stop
and
adjourn
Need
a
moment
to
breathe,
long
sleep
Cereal
on
the
couch,
my
atlas
is
on
fleek
No
doubt,
check
out
the
callouses
on
my
feet
Prove
I
been
movin'
the
earth,
jubilant
groovin'
I've
heard
Dreams
of
the
Cackalack,
greens
with
the
fatback
Seems
like
the
Nasdaq,
stockin'
these
tracks
like
2,
3,
5,
7-I'm
in
my
prime
Cali
zipcode,
Durham
County
grind,
yah
You
already,
run
wit
my
city
You
already,
Runaway
fitted
You
already,
yah,
you
already
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