Psychic Kids - 8 Palms (feat. Pat the Azmatic, Kirk & SMITH.b)
There is hope and deceit in our blood
Hold into me to see and precieve with the 3 I'm in touch
I got 8 palms trigram straight 64
8 palms trigram straight 64
I see all that maybe and that's done
All different ways to be and believe while receiving the blunt
I got 8 palms trigram straight 64
8 palms trigram straight 64
I focus on the future but they hold me to my past
I'm seeing lots of sly maneuvers made behind a wall of glass
You know that I can see right through ya and this shit aint built to last
Fuck throwing rocks we popping rugers cause we outta stones to cast
They said I can't atone for that without my heart and soul intact
But I'm decomposing trash with no heart or soul attached
I got No strings attached either, sweeter things in life than cash
I break the meter crashing lanes, man I'm done holding back
Golden caps in my brain allow me see truth, ain't no truce
Made with enemies they want you for ya loot
For a bag they didn't earn they burn bridges and they crew
That's some shit I've only heard, not some shit I'd ever do
Never knew, I had it in me be unfriendly if I need to
I'm the creature that you reach to, if you tired of other people
Like the preachers under steeples, I speak fire among prime evil
To the liars and the snitches and the people trapped with needles
There is hope and deceit in our blood
Hold into me to see and precieve with the 3 I'm in touch
I got 8 palms trigram straight 64
8 palms trigram straight 64
I see all that maybe and that's done
All different ways to be and believe while receiving the blunt
I got 8 palms trigram straight 64
8 palms trigram straight 64
Make a movie of your block this banger a block buster
Way I drop this summer make baddies just drop they numbers
Only numbers in my focus are the ones before the comma
Add another like an Oxford, push my spirit like a product
I move carefully study Flora and fauna
Survival instinct intact the badass being brought up
I'm cappadonna to these cappin prima donnas
Match and tonic with the rag in bottle, point and he's a goner
Rappers my kids raise em right be a good father
Son or daughter, put down the mic stick to the teeter totter
If there's beef my homies go Schwarzenegger to choppers
If they talking out of line get them lined up like a chakra
Homies into powder and the green like some matcha
Never know how the coin is landing when it's tossed up
If it's scars up, I pity your hard luck
Ghostface, meth and red how I let this 50 Buck
There is hope and deceit in our blood
Hold into me to see and precieve with the 3 I'm in touch
I got 8 palms trigram straight 64
8 palms trigram straight 64
I see all that maybe and that's done
All different ways to be and believe while receiving the blunt
I got 8 palms trigram straight 64
8 palms trigram straight 64
Written by:
Bryce Smith, James Kirk, Patrick Cummings
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