[Intro] Words can be sharper than a sword Like a razor, cut 'em to their cores Make a hater wanna settle the score Raw wounds make 'em want to go to war Anagrams
[Verse 1] Lord forgive me for my dark habits I got a pocket full of money and a heart full of sarcasm Got your favorite rapper's picture on the wall, throwing darts at 'em Hard to tell 'em apart, they all average The culture stoop low to get a dollar Momma say "Throw a rock in a pack of dogs, the one you hit'll holler" Gotta wear it if the shoe fits Fuck those who whisper careless with loose lips My heart's blue and it gets cold as an ice cube, ruthless Endangered species, your progeny shall be fruitless You can catch me scooting 'round town in some new shit Ordering beef medium rare, no Ruth's Chris
[Chorus] People see me and stare like "Who's this?" It's trap or die, I don't make the rules, bitch My lifetime is incredible While rappers that are dying to be credible, just let 'em go There's a thin line between scandalousness and ambition Between thinking and not speaking a damn sentence Silent is an anagram of listen You can't keep your mouth closed like a breathing condition
[Verse 2] You mingle with real niggas but don't want to continue When the real commences, it ain't on you or in you Fraudulent men'll do anything they can to survive Remember that if you plan to survive I lost a fake homie, we were cool a week ago His girl told me I'm losing weight, I said true but I'm still eating, hoe Lately I've been falling off the deep end I can't feel my face but it's the weekend So it's all bueno, her ass and titties are augmented It's all image, them ain't his cars, they all rentals, they all rented That ain't his girl, she keeps giving me soft glimpses Her friends with her, they all tempted, they all windows Transparent, they're part dangerous, all sinful They're dark angels, they're all dimples, they're all smiles Parent less vixens which can explain why they all wild It's all senses, it's all simple
[Chorus] People see me and stare they're like who's is It's trap or die, I don't make the rules, bitch My lifetime is incredible While rappers that are dying to be credible, just let 'em go There's a thin line between scandlousness and ambition Between thinking and not speaking a damn sentence Silent is an anagram of listen But you don't know the difference
[Bridge] Words can be sharper than a sword Like a razor, cut 'em to their cores Make a hater wanna settle the score Raw wounds make 'em want to go to war
[Verse 3] I swore it would get better but it only got worse The sower and the reaper shall ride in the same hearse Feeling safe in a crowd when they're gathered Until they take a gander at the danger they in then they scatter But this is what they signed up for, they're enlisting They could hear me but they ain't listening They're trying to sing to them, I'm trying to give them a sign To use the eyes they see with to read between the linesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
