Papito Scotti - Dark Skin Sade (Pt. 2)

Dark skin Sade Adu
Lookin' like "shawty, I do"
Hol' up I'll call in a few
Been thru my wars and pursuits
Losses and wins, see a shot and I shoot
Talkin' to God on a mission
Told to me to stick to this vision
Hard to trust most of these bishes
My futures unwritten
Ain't poppin' my tires, heaux I am driven
Dealing with tings I'ma bench press
Seeing all the rappers turn to methheads
Never put regrets on ya deathbed
This dat Killa Cam, we gon' get fresh
This my redemption like red dead
Burying ya worries is the next step
Cruising on road with less stress
Peace to ya shawty, give the best head
I can tell ya fuckers ain't breastfed
Get the fortune teller new shades
Protecting my neck like the WuTang
Crashing the jam rolling butane
Sweeterman give ya bish toothaches
Know you been down, gotta get up
Thrive thru the bad never let up
Know the bull shit got ya fed up
Thousand pushups keep ya head up
Best take notes when the broke get they bread up

Showing up, glowin' up, nothin' ain't holding us, going up
All my avenues open up, all the fuckshit we fly over bruh
All started with a mind map
Light it cause we high class
Find me in her thigh gap
Now she want me I'ma slide past
Uzi weigh a ton, yours a dime bag
Light a bonfire for a cold earth
Lose her fucking mind, Im a slow burn
When she switched sides, I made her realize
She was never really mine it was her turn
Found her lack of faith disturbin'
Beneath the surface: nothing certain
Chop a serpent, get it grind and murk it
Fuck your purchase, talking whats your purpose
Give me dome, give me space
On my deen, keep the faith
Getting CREAM, get the papes
Burn some trees for ya aches
All my dreams, put on tape
DNA of the ancients, brick by brick like a mason
Make em match the vibration, fortune fucks the audacious, blood sweat dedication

Written by:
SCOTT RAMIREZ

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