Payton Ape - Cinéma Bay II (feat. Reppa Ton)

I'd still be number one if two was three-fourths away
Hunger pains treat beats my three course a day
Remorse? No way, my recoil's displayed
Creed force in the ring, I divorce
Temperature rising while they seeking the heat source
The flame is re-torched, okay my feet forward
No jets just Jefferson airplanes, Im stepping,
No need to question if Reppas his damn name
You knows it, in terms of conditions I'm broken
But never need a fix unless the nose did
She praying for a text but I left her holy ghosted
prolly save her message in a bottle of emotions
set sale and purchase something for ocean
And yeah boy I'm fired up
She say who is you now, I said girl I'm tied up
The Michelin man yeah it's true I'm tired but
The tides I provide can lift up a yacht club
Doodlebobs, these niggas is not us
Fire bars watered down these niggas is hot tubs
Fire bars locked up, keeping the cots stuffed
Fucked the beat with punchlines I'm leaving her knocked up
A walking paradox like 2 shores, I'm 2 sure
Jog memories, don't e-race, cuz I'll remove yours
I wrote this record with the holes in my hand, more than a man
Reppas back focused again
Hold up keep goin
Don't get twisted confused, steady-cam the man never shifted his views
My grandma prayed for me while we sittin in pews
Nine-to-five's a body bag, need a zip to recruit
This what I do..
You see me stress right?
Can I Live…
Can I Live?
Tell me that
Tell me that
Sure to know me If you didnt yet
Bomb on a track, Like I'm a vet
Coulda been on cassette
Hustle round the clock
I dont say that shit as a flex
I hope to motivate the youth
This for that kid who got next
Stack ya' cheddar up
Stay level headed
Through every level up
Keep it peace but if they
Breach let that metal buss
Shit was made for us to fail
But we tipping scales
The thumb is green
If we talking money weed or kale
Never frail, this God body can show you hell
Blowing up the scene, now ya queen
Blowing up my cell
I can't say too much about it, I dont kiss & tell
Philly cat, but RVA was like my second tale
Uh
Started from the Shockoe
Used to have to hit that Megabus
But now I got dough
It took some time, but I'm in it like a pot hole
They know i got flows
That's wrapping haters like a gyro
Hunting beats like I been
Fiening because I need it
Ya'll lookin mighty depleted
My style is never defeated
So
Im still spitting like a rap addict
Killing old habits but im still
Temperamental if you want static

Written by:
Thomas Nixon Jr

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