Tarishio - Score

(I'll give em some more)
(She got me pouring up four)
(They gon be feeling my roar)
(Chasing the dubs yea galore)
(Know that Juice letting it blow)
(Came out the 970)
(Cooking up Marilyn Monroe)
(Ok let's get it let's go)
Already ran up the score
They want some more
Fuck it I'll give them some more
Love her but she love the store
Channel and Dior
Yea she got me pouring up four
Know that I'm ready for war
I'm feeling like Thor
Yea they gon be feeling my roar
Don't give a fuck anymore
I'm upping the score
We chasing the dubs yea galore
Biting they tryn take my flow
Boy move like a hoe
I know that juice letting it blow
My brodie tucking that pole
That's really my woe
We came out the 970
They in the trap getting dough
They flipping for low
They cooking that Marilyn Monroe
I'm cooking art like Van Gogh
I'm never gon slow
Ok let's it let's go
Know that I got to go get it
Got keep on my path on I don't got time for tripping
They blinded by envy they can't see my vision
I do it for mama to tell her I'm winning
Stay alive for my sister I had to stop sipping
They rap bout these drugs know that I really did it
They front like they hard know that PCH with it
They flexing that work but my trappers gon flip it
I know that they got me we gang from beginning
Can't fuck with no others my patience is thinning
I pray God forgive me for all of my sinning
Know I did the most but I know he forgiving
I pray for my bro's hope he gon them safe
I pray for my angels that's down in the grave
I miss them I hope I'll that see them again
I hope that they guide me until it's my end
Already ran up the score
They want some more
Fuck it I'll give them some more
Love her but she love the store
Channel and Dior
Yea she got me pouring up four
Know that I'm ready for war
I'm feeling like Thor
Yea they gon be feeling my roar
Don't give a fuck anymore
I'm upping the score
We chasing the dubs yea galore
Biting they tryn take my flow
Boy move like a hoe
I know that juice letting it blow
My brodie tucking that pole
That's really my woe
We came out the 970
They in the trap getting dough
They flipping for low
They cooking that Marilyn Monroe
I'm cooking art like Van Gogh
I'm never gon slow
Ok let's it let's go
To get to the top gotta start from the bottom
Bringing gang yea they know that I got them
From the A it can turn into Gotham
Ain't no hero ain't super I'm awesome
Ain't number two yeah they know I'm the best
In my own lane give a fuck bout the rest
Feel like God's favorite he put me through tests
Still gotta grind I don't got time to rest
I'm on marimba but see they still sleeping
They ain't wanna help when I sank in the deep end
Know I'm here to stay yea I'm playing for keeping
Ain't at the top yet so I'm gon keep on reaching
Yea I went to college now I'm moving smarter
I went back to hungry now I'm working harder
Got run up these bands for my son or my daughter
I'm running the game I'm already a father
Already ran up the score
They want some more
Fuck it I'll give them some more
Love her but she love the store
Channel and Dior
Yea she got me pouring up four
Know that I'm ready for war
I'm feeling like Thor
Yea they gon be feeling my roar
Don't give a fuck anymore
I'm upping the score
We chasing the dubs yea galore
Biting they tryn take my flow
Boy move like a hoe
I know that juice letting it blow
My brodie tucking that pole
That's really my woe
We came out the 970
They in the trap getting dough
They flipping for low
They cooking that Marilyn Monroe
I'm cooking art like Van Gogh
I'm never gon slow
Ok let's it let's go
(Yea yea fuck it I'll give em some more)
(Yea yea she got me pouring up four)
(Yea yea they gon be feeling my roar)
(Yea yea chasing the dubs yea galore)

Written by:
Tarik Darwiesh

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