Bronze Nazareth, Fashawn - Fanta 6 lyrics
[Bronze Nazareth, Fashawn - Fanta 6 lyrics]
The savage of Nazareth flashing
The gold lazarus
My flow patterns alone should
Shown at the vatican holy guacamole
Marci got me rappin over rock and roll beats
Went and put Plymouth rocks in the rollie
Fuck a gram I'm bout to drop a OZ
Big bald heads probably Mobi, not an emoji
You was gettin at me when you got at the OGs
Slide on you like it's too late
To side with the homies
They tried to control me, failed miserably
They tried to silence me slowly
Copied and hit delete
I stand guilty, my hands filthy
Make every rhyme echo through time
Y'all can't kill me
Vincent van Different Glance mansa Musa Clan
Gogh gift his hands crescent moon rocks
Kitchen plans
Cricket bat stick, grand amazon Land
Let the world see my grams and exam
Pretty clam with Mauritian tan
Is how I expand from the afterlife
Sushimi slice the track like a psychopath
Give me Space like Bezos
And a white lightning plant
I got heightened Plans
Nigga I'm climbing like my fico stamps
Smithsonian poet, suicidal bridal lambs
Half a ounce rolled in brown
Boy that’s Otto Grahams cabo to France
Cauliflower smoke chowder clams
It's Gritty like a wind gust of powder sand
Infinite F, sent from the West
Can tell by the limp in my
Step it's pimpin at it's best
Finesse the system out a check
Get some killers out of debt
Some niggas did it for the revenue
Some did it for respect
I did it for that kid that's in the 'jects
Who's living is a mess
In conditions incorrect
That's the shit that got me vexed
All you see is what's glistening on my neck
The globe gon know it next the
City know I'm a threat (yes)
Poster boy, Shaheed in his prime
I got the juice like Raheem still alive
That's common sense you know
Rashid ninety five
These kind of texts it'd be wise not to reply
Got to learn to cross your
T's nigga dot your eyes
Before somebody dies, now what's your alibi?
Intercept my ill phonetics
With Egyptian relics
I'm a piston whippin 89 skillets
Sally spider leg barrels with the biscuit's
Crack a triscuit blue skull
For Cameron Tillman
Black Fisker Karma daydreaming a billion
Thumb Green farmed a field of dreams
Delivered it
Money bin swimming cold cash Brad limitless
Left a distinguished imprint from my genesis
My pen is on stilts
Watch the ink do a stitch
Flickin ash from Kush Mints
The stench is immense
Condensed the extended
Blended the penmanship
Arthur Fleck, Roulette who slept
Spinning barrels
Made the obese harlot start flippin carols
Marciano roc the beats up
For Bronze parables
Parachutes, paramilitary pair of goons
Share my streams it’s like
Fiends sharing spoons
When my larynx moves, the fare is due
There ensues beef
Got hustle all in my marrow brew
Caribou venison, I play by the narrow rules
The antidote is emeralds and pharaoh's jewels
The gold lazarus
My flow patterns alone should
Shown at the vatican holy guacamole
Marci got me rappin over rock and roll beats
Went and put Plymouth rocks in the rollie
Fuck a gram I'm bout to drop a OZ
Big bald heads probably Mobi, not an emoji
You was gettin at me when you got at the OGs
Slide on you like it's too late
To side with the homies
They tried to control me, failed miserably
They tried to silence me slowly
Copied and hit delete
I stand guilty, my hands filthy
Make every rhyme echo through time
Y'all can't kill me
Vincent van Different Glance mansa Musa Clan
Gogh gift his hands crescent moon rocks
Kitchen plans
Cricket bat stick, grand amazon Land
Let the world see my grams and exam
Pretty clam with Mauritian tan
Is how I expand from the afterlife
Sushimi slice the track like a psychopath
Give me Space like Bezos
And a white lightning plant
I got heightened Plans
Nigga I'm climbing like my fico stamps
Smithsonian poet, suicidal bridal lambs
Half a ounce rolled in brown
Boy that’s Otto Grahams cabo to France
Cauliflower smoke chowder clams
It's Gritty like a wind gust of powder sand
Infinite F, sent from the West
Can tell by the limp in my
Step it's pimpin at it's best
Finesse the system out a check
Get some killers out of debt
Some niggas did it for the revenue
Some did it for respect
I did it for that kid that's in the 'jects
Who's living is a mess
In conditions incorrect
That's the shit that got me vexed
All you see is what's glistening on my neck
The globe gon know it next the
City know I'm a threat (yes)
Poster boy, Shaheed in his prime
I got the juice like Raheem still alive
That's common sense you know
Rashid ninety five
These kind of texts it'd be wise not to reply
Got to learn to cross your
T's nigga dot your eyes
Before somebody dies, now what's your alibi?
Intercept my ill phonetics
With Egyptian relics
I'm a piston whippin 89 skillets
Sally spider leg barrels with the biscuit's
Crack a triscuit blue skull
For Cameron Tillman
Black Fisker Karma daydreaming a billion
Thumb Green farmed a field of dreams
Delivered it
Money bin swimming cold cash Brad limitless
Left a distinguished imprint from my genesis
My pen is on stilts
Watch the ink do a stitch
Flickin ash from Kush Mints
The stench is immense
Condensed the extended
Blended the penmanship
Arthur Fleck, Roulette who slept
Spinning barrels
Made the obese harlot start flippin carols
Marciano roc the beats up
For Bronze parables
Parachutes, paramilitary pair of goons
Share my streams it’s like
Fiends sharing spoons
When my larynx moves, the fare is due
There ensues beef
Got hustle all in my marrow brew
Caribou venison, I play by the narrow rules
The antidote is emeralds and pharaoh's jewels