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Live Learn At The Table by EKwesco Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Intro]
Yeah, 1, 2, 3

[Verse 1]
Sitting down at the table
Sipping Crown, fuck chasers
Kicking songs off for ages
Skill's the strong tall remainder
I eat beats 'cause I'm I-N-D-I-E
And I keep it going 'til I rot stiff
I don't give a fuck about a single motherfucker's reputation coming at me when they looking like a fish
Step in the booth never feeling cautious
Love it backstage as I'm feeling nauseous
I never got booed, they don't think I'm not sick
When I get my penmanship up I'll be simply toxic
Addicted to Hip Hop 'til I'm not hip
Point me where the closest Coconut Ciroc is
Every hater when they try to throw a shot miss
My optics are locked in to knock hits
So tell me who knows now
I just wanted y'all to be so proud
But you just can't see what I chose
Or why I wanted to choose it, so I just had to go now
I learned how the road is a joke now
I burned all my old dirty clothes now
You heard what I told & surfed on your own
I'm searching for gold in my soul now, (Grrrr-Agh!)
I got to get gone
Gotta form a good plot to get shown
'Til I'm sitting on top of that throne
Maybe finally props will get thrown at me
People, we stop and get blown
Some people love Hip Hop, but still Stones get paid homage
As often as told (Think about it)
These prophets get old after longer
Your eyes have been closed all too often
The clock has been rolled over tocking
And constantly broke when we got it
Your time just gets sold, death if profit
Just watch and get woke
'Cause it's commonly locked and then closed
In the guarded room off the braided rope
It's surrounded with lots of paved road
[Hook]
Sitting down at the table, sipping Crown, fuck chasers
Kicking songs off for ages, skill's the strong tall remainder
Sitting down at the table
(Table, table, table, table, table)
Sipping Crown, fuck chasers
(Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers)

[Verse 2]
All of my homies are saying to cut the cable and I'm not really able
'Cause every weekend I drink myself under the table
You know this shit isn't a fable, woah
Everytime I meet a local rapper, they be trying to have sex with all my exes
The sad thing is I just watch it happen
Bitches go gaga over arms that flex quick
Y'all should get this
All my friends think I'm a laughingstock until a bar room check hits
Funny thing is I don't think I'm shit until I chill in my room and start to pen shit
I'm coughing vengeance on the soft pretenders
They don't stop and listen, I don't want attention
And I'm not just begging
Cause the plot is thicker than a pot of grits next to hot ass biscuits
I wake up, pay the water bill
Then I go to work looking for parts to drill
While I spend the whole day tryna charge my skill
I come home & emcees I start to kill
Rap is in my heart for real
I started thinking I'mma grab another dart this year
While I lowkey stuff Pop-Tarts with pills
And come back with a wallet full of hard-earned bills
I don't get anything in my vicinity, better retreat
All of these haters are lurking
I watch 'em, I give 'em a treat
Take a dive into my cranium, maybe you're living in peace
Tackle a heckling spectator
Peddle him into the street
That's what you get for the way that you shitted all over my dreams
How can you say that the vision is crumbling up at the seems
What do you got that I want in your pocket that's better for me?
Pick him up, bag him up, tie him & drag him & bring him to me
Pick 'em apart, I drip with the sauce
Stiff are the bodies I killed at the park
Bitches will bark but this is assault
The way that I kick it make women just stop
I spit 'em some bars until they lose bras
Some call me crazy, I feel I'm in charge
My knife will get slid on a rock up until it is sharp
I dig into skin and they pause
Hide 'em in the floor board then they finally deceased
They don't wanna see me bring the shiner to deplete
Run around and see you wear designer and repeat
Bump EKwesco, you might just get to leave
(Bang bang!) Shots ringing down the hall
(Pow pow!) Bullets whizzing through the stall
(Blakakakakakakak!) Where's your balls?
I thought you said you would kill a shooter dog
Bring it up to me, I want all the smoke
You can't even see what I gotta tote
You can't say I'm small, bigger guys I throw
So if you're my size you might just wanna go
Feast when I write, better recognize
Beast on the mic, ever energized
We slaughter hype, never simplified
Cheat all the time 'til you get a prize
[Hook]
Sitting down at the table, sipping Crown, fuck chasers
Kicking songs off for ages, skill's the strong tall remainder
Sitting down at the table
(Table, table, table, table, table)
Sipping Crown, fuck chasers
(Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers)
[Repeat]