Lyrics
Forty-eight bars to Mars in my pension
Never had a problem given my dimensions
Only had demensia given how i black out
Given how I nard walk bars 'till they tap out
Maxed out metabars, Two Tone Rebel shit
Now i put it everywhere, I be going Halilavić
I be going hella quick, I be going Ella Fitz
Put me in your record store I could sell a hell of it
I could sell a pawn to a pawn shop, buy the pawn shops
Sell that pawn back to the public, let that pawn rock
Buy it back on the cheap, sell that fucking pawn stock
IPO like whoa 'till that fucking pawn drops
Buy it back on the cheap again, cheaper than fuck!
That fucking pawn is going deep again, spit out your gum
That line graph going step again, twiddle your thumbs
I'll turn a pawn to a POB while she's twerking for none
Zero signs for the evil eye keep up your guard
Those whew bangers in the back, keeping everyone charged
Everything dark, everything grey
Everything stays a little less clear than it was in the day
That nighttime feeling stealing what we had on the page
I'll turn a pen to a weapon when I'm fighting for days
I'll turn a pen to a weapon when I'm fighting for days
I said I never knew much, I only knew me
I know I have flaws, I know that I bleed
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
Yo, I got a pen full of ink, a nous on the feed
I'm back on the scene, crispy and clean
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
I let that beat knock when I'm running on E
Two Tone Rebel shit, yeah, I say it always
Wish I had it back then walking through the hallways
Wissahickon High School, shouts to the Trojans
Shouts to Quimby Joe, truce I owe them
Understood my non-swag-swag like hey!
Took me to the side, broke it down like yay!
Understood my steez was more than 12th grade
And I never really studied to muddy my good name
I'm a mo' fucking Wallace, unpolished on the rocker
Used to be awkward now I'm all real proper
Like poppa no choppers, Il Postino
I'll be the five man cause they rate extremeo