Kamano - Wall III (feat. Chris The Composer)

I have been failing every single day
That's all I do is try and fail, try and fail
It's just
Uh, new drip, had to show it off, all hunnids too crisp
Really all in all, just a bunch of blue chips
Got your broad in a thong, pulling up her new dress
I remember she was super rude to the kid
Talking we was back in high school, she was pressed
Maybe it was due to the mood she was in, cause I'm swooping again
I told this bitch to bring her two friends, talking Ashley and Mandy, and maybe even Natalie
I got a couple rubbers and some covers in my backseat
I brought a couple hunnids, make her run and get her plan B
She drop it like it's nothing yeah she bus it, rubber-band me
All I ever had was a vision and a plan B
Had to go and get it cause them bitches couldn't stand me
Had to go and get it, there was nothing that could hand me
I ran and I ran, cause I know what I can be
I'm chilly like a cold breeze, sitting in the Oak Tree
Plotting out the whole thing, bitches didn't know me
Gifted on her both knees, didn't want to proceed
I be spitting poetry
Y'all should listen closely, tired of the hoe speech
Tell me what you hoes think
Scientific rhymes so divine, how my flow sinks
Right into the drums, feel the vibrations
Run a mile, ain't nun, because I ain't one
Yeah, little gas in the tank, but I can make it work
Yeah, it's a little gas in the tank, but I can make it work
Yeah, name somebody do it like this
I can eat them up until it's not a bone left
Yeah, name somebody do it like this
I tried to holler at them, but them hoes all left
Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah
Mind over flow, Prolly won't pick up the phone
They was out talking, didn't ever listen
They ain't do no walking, I was in the kitchen
Tryna make commas, all about a million
We was going get it, no matter how they pitchin, dog
Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah
Like, no matter how they pitching dog
Mind over flow, prolly won't pick up the phone
Look, mama had the problems, I was gon fix them
Daddy alcoholic, I was gon blitz him
All we know is balling, we don't do no bitchin'
Ya'll was on some drama, we was on a mission
Cooking shit up, you could call it a kitchen
Don't see what we see, you need a prescription
I want them commas right next to that digit
We gon' get it, believe in a million
Look, got a sweatshirt in my closet
2019, last time I rocked it
We was on 10 with the options
Phonics, I was trying to make a damn profit
Honey haired hoe with a locket
Blew my whole plan up like a rocket
Fuck what's ever in my wallet
Nonsense, girl, I just wanna see you drop it
Pop it, lock it, bitch, go bop it
run around with me and I can take you shopping
Fool around with me because I know you want it
How the fuck its me that this hoe keep calling?
Cause I be looking at her in those two-piece outfits
Rotating her waist all around it
Dopamine rain dance, tickling my brainstem
Fuck it, do your thing, then, Mano ain't complaining
Cinderelly, Cinderelly, take off that dress and I'll get the confetti
We can make movies like if you get silly
And put on that hoodie like if you get chilly
Okay, nothing ever lasts like it should though
I ain't tripping anymore, she was a good hoe
Sometimes I put that thing back on and reminisce about the days that I showed you off
I showed you off, yeah
I showed you off, yeah
I showed you off, yeah
I was turned on, she was turned off
Then she went and left me out, now
End of story
Said end of story
Fuck that cause I'm right back in it
Open up your mouth, I'll start cutting like a dentist
I'ma keep eating till the whole thing finished
I'ma go and get it till the bros all winnin'
I'ma light it up, you know bro don't miss it
Blowing through the beat like I'm bulldozing it
Go and get your coat, it's a cold, cold winter, said
Go and get your bro, go and throw him to the ripper
Moving through the cool blue water of the river
Thought I saw a light, it was hardly a flicker
Can't fuck with him, no that boy go sicker than the virus
That fucked up his life and left him inside
No tears left to cry, I get it in fives
I get it in tens and I get it in twenties
I get it in hundreds
These stupid motherfuckers think I don't run it
(They Think I don't run it)
Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah
Mind over flow, Prolly won't pick up the phone
They was out talking, didn't ever listen
They ain't do no walking, I was in the kitchen
Tryna make commas, all about a million
We was going get it, no matter how they pitchin, dog
Yeah, leave me alone, I want my songs, yeah
Like, no matter how they pitching dog
Mind over flow, prolly won't pick up the phone
mama had the problems, I was gon fix them
Daddy alcoholic, I was gon blitz him
All we know is balling, we don't do no bitchin'
Ya'll was on some drama, we was on a mission

Written by:
Brendan Quigley, Christopher Rodriguez-Garcia

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