Trapeze

Lyrics for Trapeze

Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah I said, high wire, action wire, tax real life, not the wire We playin' with hellfire, see the Elmira inside of my easy wider Pull a fryer out to Todd Snyder, who's longest a all-nighter 40 made the oil brighter, with the white I'm sorta like an oil refiner China purifier, gotta dry it by the humidifier Can't let them eye you while you perspire, like work for hire Do your homework, you'll learn the work is fire Been taking risks, it's the greatest risk If you're rating a pen, if I ain't top ten, the list is created by atheists If you're hating, get your trachea slit Straight 86, ayy niggas stand with it You're ready to spit, hey Them niggas just chip off the old brick This is a colon cleanse, I took a golden shit Exploded on your Rick Owens fit No soaker killer older than Soberwit Just knowin' it's lit At that moment a smoker broke the stem The tip fell in the back of open chips Exposed to the kids, these wounds I'm openin' didn't mend What ain't come out in the wash, dead in the rinse Louis Vuitton cardigan get drenched Expensive garments on a cheap bitch, nigga Yeah Expensive garments on a cheap, yo Watch the cigarettes, you see the light in the window Microphone check Smooth ride up the west side, talking to my man in the FCI, got a phone Soon as I hang up with him, I get a FaceTime from Tony Sitting in Copper Cove Autobiography, Range Robe Should've left my autograph on my project stove Out here in the fields, we fight five meals Take the apple pie to Massahausen Kill whoever squeals in Maine, the hood got rich off of pills Oxycodone, hydrochloride bought a thousand blues From a nigga that don't use deodorant And brush his teeth with chloride This money is a war cry through the gastrointestinal Grinding from a seven and a half to a joint I am your tour guide from the era of Buster Browns and Floreshine Clean as Floreshine, scream the devil, Aaron Neville, high pitch If she in his face she can't be my bitch It's that simple Fiend money wild wrinkled Emily's burger medium rare Fries wild crinkled I don't mix and mingle with your salt I can tell what this crack money bought for real No thoughts manufactured Runaway slaves being captured He almost ran out the statue of limitations Ain't no limitations It's life an imitation of mine On the project roof looking for a sign, what not So I bought a 125 plus another one Son was on the run so long he forgot what he was runnin' from When they called him, they reminded him Gave him a hundred-something years No tears, just a grin, he took it on the chin Never let him see you sweat, we took that as a win Force fields, four to five, perimeters patrol From 01 to 03, three million nickel cracks were sold Sold in the whole book of boogie and fuck what he could've been Dead is what he should've been long time Said the old lady in the window with her elbows on a pillow Mice holes filled with brillo She originally from Amarillo Hey, hi, hey, hi What's the signs your lack of compliance is the act of the fines? I told you to pack your people up like a gentleman Ladies and gentlemen, the ship is sinking, make your way to the life raft George rap invisible stripes, bad types 21 gun-saluting, no rifles or shoes Except wide and perpetual moving I'm moving, two fools, 12 shoes I'm coming in and it's slow