Jethro - ASHES

Yeah, yeah, yeah
And now where do I find myself
Aiming political gats, poetic Berettas towards the health
Of any foe hoe temping too low
No going bad, no flipping sides like white Scarface
No, Anakin, my bad
Just imagine an O.P. Chad
What's the difference? I don't know, I just let the ideas flow
I leave you to decide if I observe quality control
And if I abide by the rules of grammar, or hide red lines
Dirt poor, pre workout I'm snorting C4, yeah, red lines
Hahaha, do you get it
Cocaine on her black skin made a stripe like Zebra
I call that "Girl I need ya"
That old dime, the game of beats and rhymes
She makes me numb, I come with her simultaneously into the times
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I make it come with me and get some
Get some, get some
Yeah, you can get all the smoke
Cuz I write the words to eulogies exactly when I toke, bitch
Ashes in the bowl all day
Your ashes bitch

Written by:
Zachariah Guilbert

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