John Porché - Got It Covered

I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup
I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs
I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up
Run it up
Steppin up
Fuck them boys can't call my bluff

I had some stitches in my mouth
So you gon hear this pain
The bruise contush the times i lose
The times i cried
The times i died and buried myself and past
Frustrated bout being last
Down on my dick amd down on my ass
Had to hit rock bottom to put my feet on solid ground
Fuck all that beef its coming in ground
Head in the sphere I'm far off the ground
I face the demon that's bleeding from skulls
I take the speeding for reason and all
I'm breaking it even relieving the flaws
What is the cause
It came from the pain
I swim like jaws
And break up the frame
For every L i gain
That changed my vision and aim
Neo when i gaze the numbers nothing was the same
It use to be slim fast in my flame
Had to scrub the rust off of my name
Bloody eyes like hurricane
I'm playing chess know yo game

I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup
I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs
I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up
Run it up
Steppin up
Fuck them boys can't call my bluff
I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup
I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs
I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up
Run it up
Steppin up
Fuck them boys can't call my bluff

I play the grinch and get mean for the money
I'm from the city the city of stunners
Might cop me hummer go get some garbows tucking the hammer cuz this shit ain't for show
I bottled my poes and wrote off the woes
Whoa
I custom Versace my soul
Whoa
No twinkle toes long arms with the elbows
Got elways ona way if you try
Throw his L away shorten days like why
I'm not the guy when the needle switch
You see how that thermostat get when he piss
You see how he think with the problems he fix
Still ina mix taking a risk i face the blitz and still catch the pick
Don't notice the pain chains got the scars covered
I drift ina lane became the crusher
I shoot at the brain and rain on buzzer
Indiana i Jones the puzzle
Ghost the struggle
Strike with the muzzle the barrel the ammo
Precise with the vision I'm good with the math
Lone wolf I'm good where I'm at
I'm good where I'm at

I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup
I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs
I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up
Run it up
Steppin up
Fuck them boys can't call my bluff

Written by: John Spears

Written by:
John Spears

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