Nat Plastic, Ameer Vann - 2015 Tyler and Earl lyrics
[Nat Plastic, Ameer Vann - 2015 Tyler and Earl lyrics]
They say, "Don't throw stones if you live
In a glass house"
Well, I live in a glass castle
So I'm launching catapults and flaming arrows
I hope it's not a hassle
3 AM, pupils the size of pennies
Mixing tabs with the Grand Slam from Denny's
You know I pay my meal in all twenties
Every chance I get, I'm yelling out
"Free Titus"
Rappers spit shit, give them lame gingivitis
So try this, a samurai in Sk8-His
Like futuristic snake eyes
I'll serve you with some steak fries
Out in the tropics teaching shamans
'bout the great skies
Trading knowledge for hеrb and jewels
What a great prizе
I'm getting baggy eyes selling
Dimes late at night
I'm just tryna get my payment right
It's all about the payment, right?
Taking sections of pavement
Every movement is sacred
Puppet masters tell the
Pack a tool for your safety
'Cause these scumbags will get
To tweaking and shaking
A new youth in the nation taking
It all with the billions
Just save it, don't spend it
All I want is a million
Played Grammys and plane tickets
Bong rips to my cerebellum
They always know what I mean
I don't really gotta tell 'em
Scrawling writtens on the vellum
Survival of the fittest, run a marathon
Why you kick a flagellum?
Put my katana away, the and the play
The fiends won't wait, so I gotta move weight
Pick up a few zips
That's the bags and the milk crate
Trap house jumping like Jordan, so I skate
I done lost my mind 'bout a
Week ago, 'bout a week ago, about a week ago
Rolling through your city and
We creeping slow
Getting accustomed to crime, but
I ain't tweaking, though
I ain't tweaking, though, I ain't tweaking
Though dodging cops and always grinding for
The love of my people
Pockets stuffed with paint pens and papers
A villain with the and
Flow lighter than vapor
Black magic attack on the track with no crack
Just the chronic, Shawn Kemp, I'm supersonic
Got mad gems that drop and stones to throw
We're all black and I'm high
Like a murder of crow don't you know?
That's how by, hit ollies over potholes
Drag my feet in streets and it
Would never crush my Doc soles
In a glass house"
Well, I live in a glass castle
So I'm launching catapults and flaming arrows
I hope it's not a hassle
3 AM, pupils the size of pennies
Mixing tabs with the Grand Slam from Denny's
You know I pay my meal in all twenties
Every chance I get, I'm yelling out
"Free Titus"
Rappers spit shit, give them lame gingivitis
So try this, a samurai in Sk8-His
Like futuristic snake eyes
I'll serve you with some steak fries
Out in the tropics teaching shamans
'bout the great skies
Trading knowledge for hеrb and jewels
What a great prizе
I'm getting baggy eyes selling
Dimes late at night
I'm just tryna get my payment right
It's all about the payment, right?
Taking sections of pavement
Every movement is sacred
Puppet masters tell the
Pack a tool for your safety
'Cause these scumbags will get
To tweaking and shaking
A new youth in the nation taking
It all with the billions
Just save it, don't spend it
All I want is a million
Played Grammys and plane tickets
Bong rips to my cerebellum
They always know what I mean
I don't really gotta tell 'em
Scrawling writtens on the vellum
Survival of the fittest, run a marathon
Why you kick a flagellum?
Put my katana away, the and the play
The fiends won't wait, so I gotta move weight
Pick up a few zips
That's the bags and the milk crate
Trap house jumping like Jordan, so I skate
I done lost my mind 'bout a
Week ago, 'bout a week ago, about a week ago
Rolling through your city and
We creeping slow
Getting accustomed to crime, but
I ain't tweaking, though
I ain't tweaking, though, I ain't tweaking
Though dodging cops and always grinding for
The love of my people
Pockets stuffed with paint pens and papers
A villain with the and
Flow lighter than vapor
Black magic attack on the track with no crack
Just the chronic, Shawn Kemp, I'm supersonic
Got mad gems that drop and stones to throw
We're all black and I'm high
Like a murder of crow don't you know?
That's how by, hit ollies over potholes
Drag my feet in streets and it
Would never crush my Doc soles