Testo Concrete boxspring King-Iso

Concrete boxspring

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On a swim with the devil against you
Just 'cause you don't see him
Don't mean he ain't lookin'
Can't stand the heat?
Get the fuck out the kitchen

It's dark in this house
What you mean I been cookin'?
Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete
Back in the day when I needed a cushion
My soul is intact
Count dough by the racks
Just 'cause I made it. Hold up

First off the lot, I pay cash for it
My girl got her toes on the dashboard
ISO make it look magical
They ever shackle you ballin'?
Now I'm breakin' backboards

In the mental hospital, they had court
Had to put down the cigs that I had oared
They get healthy and flippin' checks
Like the logo for their cigarettes

Blue books like passports
Now it's all makin' sense, I was born in Newport
Now I'm on a new course
Had to crash course, redefine the terrain
When I went insane
Precipitate hell and mass war
They like, "ISO, what you rap so fast for?"

So when you are wanted, you can have more
So much game to give, might VC
Offer slow ballers when they fast forward
God, don't try Rob
Two K's with me, broom like stop
But I had to gas more, zoomin' past stores

Need a chaplain or a pastor, but I'm tired
And they tryna tax, can I get an offering?
I'm a rap lord like Jesus
Breaking down the backwoods
Almost gave up before this past tour

Now my feet hurt, I'm having heart problems
Baby mama tweakin' and my back sore
Fuck a rap tour, I just wanna ball like Vince Carter
I'm a rap thorn on a jet-black, straight-edge stallion
Fuck a high one. That horse, son
I can't speak, get it? Damn, he trippin'

Paranoid, lookin' back and forth
On a swim with the devil against you
Just 'cause you don't see him
Don't mean he ain't lookin'
Can't stand the heat?
Get the fuck out the kitchen

It's dark in this house
What you mean I been cookin'?
Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete
Back in the day when I needed a cushion
My soul is intact
Count dough by the racks
Just 'cause I made it
Don't mean that he took it
My head on the floor

Just 'cause you don't see him
Don't mean he ain't lookin'
Can't stand the heat?
Get the fuck out the kitchen
It's dark inside
What you mean I been cookin'?
Fuck it, it's a box spring
I hide the concrete
Back in the day when I needed a cushion
My soul is intact
Count dough by the racks
Just 'cause I made it
Don't mean that he took it
Hold up

It's always better than the devil you don't
I never leave my house without two sticks
So I feel like I'm never alone

Never been good at pretending
So here I am living out lyrics I said in my song
Homie got hit with the Rico
Now he in the feds for shit that he said on the phone

Momma wasn't ever at home
That mean we gotta go out and get fat on our own
Nobody to help us alone
I got that work
And can't nobody tell me it's wrong

We took a whole lot of things for granted
'Cause nothing's as important as making it home
I deserve more credit for slaying Goliaths
'Cause I sold David the stones
My pocket was full of 'em

I dedicated my life to a bag and a scale
I got a story to tell
You never woke up and hustled a day in your life
That shit sound boring as hell

Mama ain't stupid
I know that she full of well
I know she know what I sell
I pay the bills and give a little extra as well
Now she ignoring the smell

I been through hell and back
Then hell and back, then back again
Hook your ass to a respirator
Now it's beepin' like a nigga backin' in
If I'm in that bitch, I brought the FN in
And I slap a nigga like it's S&M

If you know my name
Then you know I'm nothing like the rest of them

Head on a swivel, the devil'll get you
Just 'cause you don't see him
Don't mean he ain't lookin'
Can't stand the heat?
Get the fuck out the kitchen

It's dark inside
What you mean I been cookin'?
Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete
Back in the day when I needed the cushion
My soul is intact
Count dough by the racks
Just 'cause I made it
Don't mean that he took it

My head on a swivel, the devil'll get you
Just 'cause you don't see him
Don't mean he ain't lookin'
Can't stand the heat?
Get the fuck out the kitchen

It's dark inside
What you mean I been cookin'?
Fuck is a box? Bring out the concrete
Back in the day when I needed the cushion
My soul is intact
Count dough by the racks
Just 'cause I made it
Don't mean that he took it
Hold up