Noir

Brodie hit too hard, saw them swerving into these parts

Fits the lock into the chambers

Change ups in the sundawn, vulture on my shoulder

Got them swerving up the lanes, uh

Up into the river, got them holstered in the chains, uh

Saw you lying through your teeth, frontin' on them bitches for the paystubs

Plasterin' your wound when you cuttin' deep in layers

Pay up, for the damage that you players make up

Strollin' in the streets, looking stray cat-like

Beat the game and the beat up, uh

Blast my songs, fuck a heater, uh

Long lasting, im a critter

Keep a grip, gripping critics

Positive that we split from the norm

Pawns stifling in the storm

'Fore the michelins rub off ya, keep a clip on the holster, brother

Motherfuckers still on hold, partner

Keeping cold, and the panic make me even harder

Fuck I'm failing if I keep a martyr, sucker? Suckers stay out

I'm still laying in the sartyr

Writing poems, poppin in the shadows, I don't barter

You pop a cap in a fucker, I don't fuck with manslaughter, mhm

I cop a pack of the ciggies, copper in my pocket so I can get some supper

I been lucky, and I'm still a bummer

Staying in the lab, making bread, sampler is a easy bake oven

Slamming down fullproof if I can muster up the courage, fuck a lager

Slimy, guts full of substances, I'm a bugger

Bloody, cause of cuts and wounds, if only I could leave