Paroles OD par Xpertize

Chorus - Unlocking doors with no key of
Dope/

Feel in my veins, watch me
Overdose/

Spitting all scriptures catch the
Holy Ghost/

Burning all this bread got me
Comatose (toast)/

Od 10x

V1- I’m glad that hood never took me
Under/

Still frost bitten by cold tundra/

When making bread man they gon
Wonder but only fam got my phone
Number/

Trying to play outside by it’s a cold
Summer/

Now they all confused like I Ruben
Studdard (stutter)/

All of the days I was scared of
Lightning/

But I’m okay see? (OKC), watch me
Bring the thunder/

I used to want to sign to Roc-A-Fella/

Could’ve upped sticks for that
Mozzarella/

My name ain’t bob but imma get the
Chеddar/

Made it through the storm like
Maywhеather, gotta a N***a feeling
Like the best ever/

I was jumping hurdles, feeling like a
Turtle, came out my shell, put you in
The shredder, X marks the spot now I’m
Searching for treasure/

All these has-beens' and these
Whatnots/

I was I’m broke as hell, this where the
Buck stop/

Earned all my stripes, now I’m calling
Shots/

Went from tippy toes to the tip top/

You know what time it is f**k a
Wrist***ch/

Don’t need Dead Prez, this for hip
Hop/

Only making hits and certified bops/

With this red beam, I’m a cyclops/

Now they want to DM X man (DMX)
(X-Men)/

Don’t want to help him out but want a
Helping hand/

But it’s all cool I never needed fans/

I’d rather march with the contraband/

I’m keeping it Gucci like Dapper
Dan/

It’s always a strike when drop the pen/

I feel it in the air so I gotta wind/

You gon get this work I’m never
Calling in/

You ran out of lux with loaded dice/

Life is hella trife, so I’m on a quest
Come and join the tribe, love live phife/

I know this sh*t don’t come overnight/

The fruits of my labor is always ripe/

Imma still write in the afterlife/

Jesus Christ, I have to sacrifice/

Spending time with my son before I
Pay the price/

Money never made my days sunny/

Hart like Kevin so they acting funny/

Rap till my tomb like I’m a mummy/

The puppeteer that’s pulling all
Strings/

This is the book how to rap for
Dummies/

Wiping noses cause they all runny/

Pocket full of cheese keep a smile on
Me/

Married to this sh*t, holy matrimony/

On my way To the playoffs they way
Off, Adolf, there’s no way that can not
See they can’t not see (nazi)/

Imma be this way til my autopsy/

On my way to broadway with no
Posse/

Even Legos couldn’t block me/

Foot off of the brake, they can’t stop
Me/

Been popping way before molly/

Baby boy my b*t*h bad like Taraji/

Chorus - Unlocking doors with no key of
Dope/

Feel in my veins, watch me
Overdose/

Spitting all scriptures catch the
Holy Ghost/

Burning all this bread got me
Comatose (toast)

Od 10x