Текст песни Maggy Simpson - Soar Thumb

I got that Maggy Simpson
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I got that Maggy Simpson
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk

Shoot in the air killing all
Them clouds
I got that Maggy Simpson
On't know what that's bout
I am that
One in ten thousand nigga
Grew up low income
Housing nigga
No upstairs no basement
Changed my address
To 100
No fake shit
What I look like
Letting a nigga take shit
Fuck around an take 6
No Gatorade
No breather
Just a swollen head
From a old heater
Old head said
It's better to have it
An not need it
I thought that
Was so strategic
Ever since then I been
Holding pieces
Screaming fuck polices'
And teachers
That don't teach us
Noodle bleachers
Twisted history
Got the brothers
Killing siblings
Where the mystery
They yo fucking enemy
Killers don't talk
Negus hush, hush
You all behind bars
Seeking they trust
You a criminal now
Boy
They ain't like us
They enslave us
To get raises
America was made
By the racist
Made into mazes of cages
Amazing the stage
Is surround
By the same shit
Marty McFly with
The arm & hammer
All threw time
Same whip
Aim spit
Even in the wild Wild West
Where it rain bricks
(Let it rain)

I got that Maggy Simpson
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I got that Maggy Simpson
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk

I modified them 410 shells
Chopped off the tip
Then sealed it back
With some JB Wells
My lady like
Baby give 'em hell
So when I whined up
You done struck out
You a lying fuck
Nigga what clout
You get smacked
On the ass
An pimp by yo bitch
Now you wanna get tough
Ain't that some shit
Everyones a shooter
Against a unarmed man
I pull out that judge
Watch the look on his face
Got Damn
They take kindness
For blindness
You can try to hate it
But every line hold weight
Nigga calibrate it
Point the finger
You need ppl like me
You don't want it nigga
Not even slightly
Too happy
To look down at me
Tears don't come
Just Blood
Trying to sweat me
Gloves on comfy
Haters throwing shade
Try to catch me up
Before I'm paid
Too late
Be aware of
Invisible rivals
When you out
With them fly hoes
Trying to buy clothes
Life is a set up
Nigga get prepared
Or get found stiff and dead
Trying to get some bread
I got that Maggy Simpson
(A man)
I don't even wann hear it
I ya yay
(Damn but listen)
I ya yay

I got that Maggy Simpson
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I got that Maggy Simpson
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk