Bry-Han Solo & Drizzy Savage - Coldplay

This survival of the littest
Walk a mile in my shoe style
Couldn't even fit this
Hope things work out like I'm about to go for fitness
You testin' my paper, it's more than a litmus
Drinkin' Guinness so I do not feel that
Like Prometh from the Navy
Cause baby the seal's cracked
Party hard, my mind just seem to peel back
I'm Marky Mark risk it all while you deal jacks
For real fact, I need a cardiologist
My heart's been messed up and torn apart from all of this
Listen in, my bars are really hard to miss
Went to gladiator school and came out as Spartacus
Feelin' marvelous, feelin' a bomb cypher
Know I killed it like Roddy Rod Piper
Long sniper she think Bry-Han like her
Wrong lighter was distracted but I locked on tighter (Solo)
Raw fellow in back of the spot, hello
The wax I have is Coldplay, it was all yellow
Pluckin' strings is a theme like a Moncello
Kick it out my shell like Bry-Han was Donatello
Raw fellow in back of the spot, hello
The wax I have is Coldplay, it was all yellow
Pluckin' strings is a theme like a Moncello
Kick it out my shell like Bry-Han was Donatello
Won't stay sober, blazin' pounds till the day's over
I don't drink cause the hangover
I hate posers, one day they'll catch me in a Range Rover
Walk in the spot, all they catch is a dank odor
Blank voter, not reformed to judge
They wanna talk, Carole Baskin, not Courtney Love
My love with her is teetered while it shortly was
Now all I do is weaver like Sigourney does
Got 40 plugs, who would ship 40 dubs
Man shout to all my Lipas, they importing the drugs
According to shrugs, yeah alerted for the next sale
Know you in deep when they chirpin' on the Nextel
I bet they'll administer Tarkin's
If what she says false then I'm Christopher Walken
If I could count up all the seconds and the minutes I've lost it
You finally figure out I have no interest in talkin', bitch
Raw fellow in back of the spot, hello
The wax I have is Coldplay, it was all yellow
Pluckin' strings is a theme like a Moncello
Kick it out my shell like Bry-Han was Donatello
Raw fellow in back of the spot, hello
The wax I have is Coldplay, it was all yellow
Pluckin' strings is a theme like a Moncello
Kick it out my shell like Bry-Han was Donatello
Got more white than a laundromat
Rappers think they sick
I just think they hypochondriacs
I'm in a Pontiac doin' 80 and all of that
No time to even gone react
I couldn't even ponder that
On the cats if I'm here they still miss him
Figure out the crime scene like I be Gil Grissom
I'm ill ridden, really hope they still miss him
You don't have any bars, just like your pills missing
London bridges, how Solo gon' put it down
I blew her back out but the chiropractor's back in town
I swear to God you shouldn't impress me
If you test I'm clappin' rounds
Then I hit the trap house just so I can dab out this man's shouts
Cause I know I got the greatest bars
Gets played in cars, I'm deadly, you can spray with SARS
Shoot for the moon, I aim for the stars
The only thing more top shelf than me, the weed inside my mason jar

Written by:
Brian Porter

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