Текст песни Dark Skies - TCM Optic

(Man its dark skies and hard times and shit,
Dark skies and shit,
I dont talk no shit man, damn)

I don't talk no shit
But I keep my word lil nigga and that's how a G moves
And we stay silent, yeah, walk with a bean too
Imma do my job
Making these bands by the minute cause thats just what we do
Im with the plan, bit these nighas switching up
I keep a hundred thousand on my physical
I got bands

Bands kept neat, Thats on 123 woah
14th street chopsticks
Finna eat woah
Forked up whip, coming straight out the prix woah
Take it to the bank, finna bang it like Im D Rose

Still no guap stacked up for my next life
Duffel straps clipped, black whip thats on my next stripe
Don't step to a nigga it aint no negotiation
I'm not from what you rep, my choppa speak a different language yeah
How you finna hate me, but you wanna play my songs on loop still wont admit
Tryna pull a fake ID but you aint like me, lil boy not on the list
You like pinocchio, jacket on OVO, in-laws from Tokyo, I had to drift
Eliantte my fist, fist, I got ex-lil-Ms. pissed
Amber alert cause the ceiling went missing
Heart black as a Raven
Im fly as a Gryphon
Sweeping the game
There aint no competition
The Mazzi vanilla with strawberry filling
My life is a movie, aint no one could write it
They counted me out, I aint talking T-minus
Im making them rubies, you pull up with diamonds
They cutting my ice till that be hitting violet, I swear
Posted up, been sliming since a child, all about that Nick at Nite
"All That" talk about him since a youngin, no Amanda Bynes
No small bills still make it rain,
"If you dont pop pills then you dont got thrills"
In the stovepot chills
Finna shut yall out
Put that on God's will
Finna save the pain

Bands kept neat, Thats on 123 woah
14th street chopsticks
Finna eat woah
Forked up whip, coming straight out the prix woah
Take it to the bank, finna bang it like Im D Rose

I got my girl in the back, she cool
All of my diamonds are magical
Run up on me like a savage, homes
I put a mag in your clavicle
Pull up and knife a nigga with a stick
I aint playing no tactical
And if you cant do shit for yourself
Then my nigga for what is your rapping for
I flipped the door up
You whipping a 4 up
I might have to throw em
Go rocky Balboa
I might have to knock a nigga out like creed
Cause your boy an assassin, homes
Pull up and knife a nigga with a stick
I aint playing no tactical
And if you cant do shit for yourself
Then my nigga for what is your rapping for

She perky no 30, ay
Call me the Mack, who's that, Shoutout to bernie, ay
Sleep in a temple, no Shirley, ay
New Richard Millie on Kirby, ay
She wanna match it, to look like the rapids
So I put her neck on a swirley, ay
I put the bay in a flurry, ay
Chrome on the walls, it's like Basquiat
Point to the 'Rati say "dámela"
Took a 'Turismo right off the lot
While a young nigga been popping off
I get the money like Mazeltov
Burn through that shit like a molotov
I put the jacket on Romanov
I put the doors on Amanda Todd
Woah

Bands kept neat, Thats on 123 woah
14th street chopsticks
Finna eat woah
Forked up whip, coming straight out the prix woah
Take it to the bank, finna bang it like Im D Rose