citimall - Hendrix

Don't holla at me
I be boxed in
I don't want DMs, 'are you okay's lemme revel in my feelings
Let my conscience and Biscotti drive me round the streets of Turin
They say prophit going crazy
Summin didnt leave him zoned in
Reliving times of pain
The times where I sinned
It's like you never permanently delete
Just throw it in the trash bin
Don't worry I'm just aight
Salvation be in my motherfucking sights, ay
Don't holla at me I be looking at my ceiling fan
Missing Mykonos where hot bitches finding that killer tan
The path unpredictable as I go from boy to grown man
Gotta a lot of questions but they drowned by the constant rants
Of people wanting a sounding board
All of their problems I do hoard
One of em really heard me out
No weed led my heart to soar
As high as that
No point in pulling out my gat, ay
(Aye)
Aye Aye wait, listen, first question
How many rappers you know that possess my complexion
Circling in circles since my circumcision
Listen to my words wisdom, as I deliver sermons
But y’all never listen
She call me skinny when she see me, call me Moses when we fuck
Sing songs like I’m RiRi but my spit game like I’m Pac
One day she said she need me, next day she had enough
Play these songs on repeat till my ashes bite the dust
Ice on my boys like a diamond necklace
Smoking on that herb like I’m Jimi Hendrix
Ice Ice on my boys like a diamond necklace
Smoking on that herb like I’m Jimi Hendrix
Swami Cody aye back to back
Jeena ka chance nahi after that
Sirf dubs in the chat
AK flow fast attack
Fast attack
Donny C moving like Michael Jack
Smooth C moving quarters back
Hail mary moving passes like a quarterback (Haan)
Quarterback, Okay
Simpson Homer jaise OJ
Straight bars quality 4k
Hardcore style no foreplay
Chillin’ with the popo (No chill)
Giving me a no go (Fuck that)
Raining on the bail, bouncing outta jail
Hit em with the pogo (Stick stick)
Don Vito, Chico on the beat
Al Pacino rapping up the Heat
Yukihira serving up the heat
Tarantino fetish for the feet
Father Fighting Feinds what a feat
Nasty Necromancer not a need
Soldiers shooting slang upon the street
Tasty threesome thirsting what a treat

Written by:
Aditya Arun, Aryan Vakharia, Ishaan Rao, Nathan Solomon

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