Forever (Lyrics & Video)Microscopic Matter – Gangrene Lyrics
Yeah, uh
soldier, you reign is over
Your club section smells like lab diamonds and body odor
getting older whipping rover
X over the stove, my wrist could hold a boulder
Lost a hundred pounds, sold a hundred thousand
Quadruple everything fuckin' browsing
It’s common knowledge we not commoners
They told us slow our rolls, we rather break odometers
Go to get service after they serve us
Twenty years excursions but never nervous
Keep it a stack, these niggas is wack
My aura emphasizes all the shit that they lack, uh
Off brand, look at my left hand
Married to the game, cocaine my best man
Street beef never been sweet, don’t let the Tec jam
flip and repeat, that’s the best plan
opps in the socks
Up and down blocks drops
Midweek celebrations, criminal delegations
Never running out of patients, just out of patience
Trans these rap niggas is crazy
Never cease to bore me but never cease to amaze me
Check this out
I’m running out of patience
Check this out
Yeah, look
I gave my rights to God then I left with paper
To make a masterpiece from the slaves and the kings in my veins that never
slick talk, I'm here to
Or let it pop and they can get rocked like streets
Another thrill from a MJ
I can show you greatest sensei
Woman up, I'll cook
a warning from Dikembe on a larger louder display
You get a bunch of notes from the blocks to fill the part
Take a seat like they Rosa Parks with no recorded walk
I get it lit like
While others fail to function
made 'em disgustingly sick
if you ain’t have enough of this shit
Toxic environments, queue the violence
You knew use your eyelids pirates
Still digging for the diamonds finesse
I’m a giant like Andre when I connects, it’s No
Check this out
Check this out
(Damn, man )
I’m running out of patience
Never go out of style like the latest fashion
One finger wave then I orchestrate a slashing
Flying too close to the sun, I might end up crashing
They serving garbage, I might pretend that I’m fasting
I’m in a danger zone, they made me sign the forms
Scraping the recipe, my manuscripts got pages torn
mans for hire, I can see what the rate is for
Serving it fresh out the oven, even the plate is warm
I’m a monument, gaining momentum flow’s bottomless ostrich
It’s simple arithmetic
Subtracting grip
I’m bugged out like a system glitch, uh
Jumbo tryna call travel
Spatula spinning, cake mixture, I’m whipping all batter
I jump from the helicopter ladder
Spot any smudge on me is microscopic matter
