[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe] Get Twisted Sundays It's bout to be epic
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe] Look I get it rockin' like a cradle I never sold Cain, but I was able To see my partners make thorough bread without the stable While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like Dreidel Ouu I hung around them shells like April O Neal, oh feel me when I get to saying It's so real, folk will think that it's entertaining Til' them shots fly, no subliminal That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals My whole life, I been congregating with criminals I swear I graduated with just minimal effort Lectures to me was received better from the King of Bedford Stuy-ves-ant I swear Biggie taught me lessons My guess is his propensity for excellence Might not get discussed by the adolescents But I'm blessed with Yeah
[Verse 2: Tobe Nwigwe] The gift of carrying torches Sometimes I get nervous As a suitor that's entering courtship Ouu Than I get to feeling euphoric Holy flow, every bar low-key Should be penned in the Torah Ouu And look at Fat, she's so gorgeous She'd be with me whether I was flippin' a Tesla or Taurus Ouu I'm a mess, I'm a horror But I been blessed kinda sorta Every bar, brick and mortar can't sing But I'm known to finesse on a chorus You can't see the flow unless you using the eye of Horus Ouu
[Chorus: FAT & Tobe Nwigwe] Ayy look now that I got yo attention Peep Game Ouu If you was wack, and you came up on some paper You still lame Yeah Live by, die by the G code Everyday it ain't a game I promise you it's different So don't compare how you move to the real It ain't the same
[Verse 3: Tobe Nwigwe] One time for the west though Two times for the young one with the best flow Lame ducks be like "what pond you from"? I tell 'em parts where they blow harder than when monsoons come And they chase cheese only dippin' when that fondue come And run that base til they heart go out just like John Q. son Ayy look this for my partners who low-key pitchin' without a mound And those that laughed at me When I stayed at my mama house My pockets fatter now My mama see something to brag about And I spit punches in bunches Like I'm Marvin Hagler Now Ouu Swear it feel marvelous Remember times my mama barbered us Made us look barbarous The hood part of us That pistol fye Don't startle us Got the heart of Spartacus Treat gentiles like Barnabas That means with love, difference Between the fake believer and conceivers of the truth is they aim different These sacrilegious folk with you long as your pain drippin' But when you jammed up in traffic They get to lane switchin' Ouu Haters don't feel you till your name mentioned Scripture tell me no one excluded when rain drippin' We all part of the picture, it's just our frames different And I still ride for my set I just bang different OuuTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
