On$itE - Fool The Weather

Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Yeah I said it
Left it on read
The carcas with no head
Leave the martyr with no bed
Approach the men with kindness
Or be hosting something dread
Put the pistol to the temple
At the window like a sped
Unstable living
Been a pigeon for the bread
And a guinea for the dead
What I'm up against
You don't know your mans
Yellow drop
Barracuda
Like I'm Nash bridges
Goddamn
Opp to these opps man
Spoiled to the plot and
All I do is wrong
For the right
Thats the glock hand
Drake on me like Josh Peck
Uh
Get your spot wrecked
Up in a blizzard
Way too slizzered for the spot check
Can't control my mouth
I'm achmed
Mother fuckers gon' drop dead
Uh
President Camacho
We get idiotic
Getting all this product
Off illegal markets
Some can say the risk
Is reputation tarnished
Skibidi bitch
I'll let them talk that shit about me
Venom in the cup
Bitch it's symbiotic
And you know it's doubled up
But this ain't McDonald's
Nah bitch
Hands off the zah bitch
Money where your mouth is
You acting out of pocket
Came far the bar mitzvah
Circle small
I channel Bishop
Before they switched up
Off the chain like my
Aunt kristal
White owls
In my mama kitchen
Why the fuck is you commenting I'm not with it
I don't get the credit
Feel like Bob Dylan
Better bring the mother fucking
Mob with you
Hope you bitches
Pullin' up with God with you
Pray to see the light
And wish a star did it
Heart pitch black
I'm Richie Riddick
Run up stats for the analytics
And that trunk fit him
It's a good method
I'm a good fella
For a good measure
Been dead and waited
In a tomb of pharoahs
On some preservation
I fool the weather like

Written by:
zackary cunningham

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