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Poverty Paintings
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Sy Ari da Kid
Featuring(s) : Shawn Ellery
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[Intro: Sy Ari Da Kid] (Wait, what?) Word up (Pass my phone, nigga) (Call Els, niggas) Gotti Gator, turn me up (Wake that nigga up, man) (Nigga starving, nigga, eat somethin') Yeah (Gotta eat something, nigga) (Woo) Yeah [Verse 1: Sy Ari Da Kid] Summertime with the cold shoulder or pro-bowler Watch how you addressing a home owner, the jokes's over I ain't that nigga to bro-bro ya, I don't know ya A veteran like a old soldier, Hulk Hogan It's been a minute like rollover, I know cobras That really had some bodies first I give y'all raps, more shit on wax than Bath & Body Works The way he used to flash them Gotti Murk, RIP shirts I'm God of the villains, my cause more appealing I'm in a Mercedеs sprinter with stars in the ceiling My dogs bark diffеrent, boy listen I ain't going back and forth wit' y'all niggas Y'all snitches in the court system Good lawyer, skatin' like the main transportation for Bart Simpson Hard labor, fuck lifting, God's kitchen You either talk or you listen I done had the i8 for a year and I still can't find the car engine (That's facts) [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid and Shawn Ellery] World on your back (World on your back) Dirt on your feet (Dirt on your feet) Pain in yo' eyes (Pain in yo' eyes) What do you see? (What do you see?) Yeah (Yeah) Blood in the streets Will you survive? How you gon' eat? (Just say my grace, you gon' eat this motherfucker) You against me (Word) To keep the peace (Woo) I keep a piece (Boop, boop, boop, boop) Ayy Ain't nothin' sweet (Uh) (Yeah) Pray to the Lord (Yeah) (Look) My soul to keep [Verse 2: Shawn Ellery] Smoking dro 'til I'm sleep No Titanic but, shit, if I was Jack, I would've rose to my feet Explode on the beat, my flow is unique Lyrically exposing the weak Hit your shoulders and feet Who colder than me? If I ain't with my kids then I roll with the heat In the passenger seat, got at least three passionate freaks Best believe, yes indeed, watch how I stress the cheese Hit his flesh then breeze, bars like a sex disease This for the block niggas in the streets, uh Get more props from my enemies Leave 'em shocked from the energy Why would I stop? I been a beast Check, I am not with the industry True facts, I got it locked, zipped and keyed Mommy listen, serve my plate hot when it's dinner, please I'm oddly different Calm steadily Bread in my palms heavily The don ready, B It's Shawn Ellery, Els [Chorus] World on your back (World on your back) Dirt on your feet (Dirt on your feet) Pain in yo' eyes (Pain in yo' eyes) What do you see? (What do you see?) Yeah (Yeah) Blood in the streets Will you survive? How you gon' eat? (Nigga if I gotta take it, I'm gonna take it nigga, straight up) You against me ('Sup) To keep the peace (Woo) I keep a piece (Boop, boop, boop, boop) Ayy Ain't nothin' sweet (Yeah) Pray to the Lord (Yeah) My soul to keep
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