Текст песни 2030 - Pathos

Get down with my clique
We be pulling off with the ′raris and shit
Yeah
I get slapped on my wrist
I be reaching for the money
Young men can't resist

Big fax all I spit
Can′t count on anybody so I be counting my tips
Big journey
I present
A life worth of money no time to make cents

That's crazy
Living a new life
Making money on the daily
Yeah they wanna praise me
No one can erase me

No cap
No trading
Take all that I want
And Imma refund what they pay me

I know how to make a profit
Spit a couple lines
I get em fired up
I'm prospering

You know I do this shit often
Reaching for the sole behind my toe
And then they offering

I′m a god to em
Never bruise
I never lose
Light the fuse
And rocket to them

I′m invincible
They coming at me swinging
Looking miserable
I'm physical
I′ll tear your ass apart and make you distal
Coming for me imma have to make yo ass invisible
People gon be asking where you at
Look at em cynical

It's simple
Recognize the pinnacle
It′s me
It's clear to see
No room to ridicule

Get down with my clique
We be pulling off with the ′raris and shit
Yeah
I get slapped on my wrist
I be reaching for the money
Young men can't resist

Big fax all I spit
Can't count on anybody so I be counting my tips
Big journey
I present
A life worth of money no time to make cents

Looking for all the validation
I′m feeling a sensation
I′m patient
While painting
I grip on the brush while I paint
Bitch I'm Asian
No playing
I′m baking
It's crazy

Imma cook it up while spitting in the gutter
Here to make it yum
You stutter
So I spit on it
That′s clutter and the shit you make disgusting
I'm busting
I′m coming
I'm off now they running
I'm cunning
I′m something
They nothing

Never need evading
I parade it
Cause I′m proud
Pathos came in here to fuck it up
I'm rowdy
Yeah I′m loud
Yeah I do it for the crowd
Always for the fans never for the clout
No doubt
Listen to see what's it bout
I′m coming for the stage
No throne no crown

Yeah my vision rearranged
New goals have been exchanged
Wanna rap
That's on my name
Fuck the rest
Forget fame

Get down with my clique
We be pulling off with the ′raris and shit
Yeah
I get slapped on my wrist
I be reaching for the money
Young men can't resist

Big fax all I spit
Can't count on anybody so I be counting my tips
Big journey
I present
A life worth of money no time to make sense