Slater Vance - sounds....of....earth....I

Sacrificing nigga's smiles like when you get yo teeth pulled
So much red around him, you could put him on an easel
20 bad bitches on flights
Two on the rocks like we cutting the vices
Someone got hit with a snipe
EMT chalk him up close up his eyelids
Bought her a Dakar it's white
My baby know that this love isn't priceless
She feel the magic like Mike
Fight anybody I'm feeling like Tyson
Floor was wet way she slipping and sliding
BMX way she handle and ride it
TLX and I'm working on triceps
She a ref and I'm hitting the side step
Only threat, in the mirror I'm fighting
Ain't a check on these stripes that I'm flying
AMEX be so black the white's frightened
Fuck that pit stop, on god this is that last lap shit
Don't get too pissed off, I'm rolling with some savages
The city gridlocked, but choppas got us passing it
She take her Skims off when I ain't even ask for shit
Niggas is on my dick
Like women on Brad Pit
Can't catch a break, like I'm guarding Luka at the rim
Walk out the dealerships
With bout a dozen whips
It's King Josiah nigga you gone have to Capernick
20 bad bitches on flights
Two on the rocks like we cutting the vices
Someone got hit with a snipe
EMT chalk him up close up his eyelids
Bought her a Dakar it's white
My baby know that this love isn't priceless
She feel the magic like Mike
Fight anybody I'm feeling like Tyson
Floor was wet way she slipping and sliding
BMX way she handle and ride it
TLX and I'm working on triceps
She a ref and I'm hitting the side step
Only threat, in the mirror I'm fighting
Ain't a check on these stripes that I'm flying
AMEX be so black the white's frightened
I know some three C's
That's chopped, cooked, and clapped
I walk out LV
They expect me back
Some ego's melting
When you see where I'm at
I put my phone on airplane mode, that girl is sending purple snaps
I
Know that they seeing me
Seeing like three of me
Jumbo in 3d I make sure they feeling me
Villa in Italy
Had to be Sicily
Bought out the block to make sure that my men with me
Brancusi centerpiece
I don't do no skinny jeans
Hit you with shots like I ain't got a cup with me
No one'll fuck with me
Everyone fuck with me
Eying the niggas who just want a buck from me
Buggin, if you running
Like lemme tell you something
That sniper on the roof ain't aiming at you boy, stop ducking
That marksman at yo back and yet you still done chose the fronting
I love a prideful nigga, Helen Keller won't hear nothing
Nigga nothing
20 bad bitches on flights
Two on the rocks like we cutting the vices
Someone got hit with a snipe
EMT chalk him up close up his eyelids
Bought her a Dakar it's white
My baby know that this love isn't priceless
She feel the magic like Mike
Fight anybody I'm feeling like Tyson
Floor was wet way she slipping and sliding
BMX way she handle and ride it
TLX and I'm working on triceps
She a ref and I'm hitting the side step
Only threat, in the mirror I'm fighting
Ain't a check on these stripes that I'm flying
AMEX be so black the white's frightened

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Slater Vance

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