Ink by KASHTIDES Lyrics
CHORUS
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
VERSE I
Built this shit, I was going off faith
Got to a bag from flipping a phrase
All this cash, they’re green in the face
They talk money, but that’s just a phase
That’s your flеx, but I gotta set pace
Run to a check, yеah I'm doing up race
Do what I do, put tracks on a tape
Tying these knots, put the bag in the safe
No it ain’t safe for the mandem
Came on smoke, spitting shells at random
Pull face when I touch mic, man are still handsome
2-2 bars, took spotlight for ransom
2-2 bars, now I’m on her playlist
2-2 text, come through with a Magnum
Dig that box, yeah I’m working the graveshift
Up all night, then I move like phantom
CHORUS
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
VERSE II
Phone line chirping, I’m working
Shower down for a fee, yeah I came for the sterling
Don’t do road, but this dope I’m serving
Too many trees, that’s paper burning
Cut down, now I plant these seeds
Fruits of my labour, fam gotta eat
Cop the yard, put ma in a Jeep
A la carte, put charms on the sleeve
On top of this bread like cold cuts
Paper thick, them bands can’t fold up
Very rare, flow come like gold dust
This fire on my phone might blow up
They don’t know you, but they know us
Picture perfect, paint a portrait when I’m penning scriptures
Pretty like an orchid, penance for my listeners
Pushing penicillin, popping painkillers
OUTRO
This that shit put food on the plate
This rap shit put food on the plate
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
VERSE I
Built this shit, I was going off faith
Got to a bag from flipping a phrase
All this cash, they’re green in the face
They talk money, but that’s just a phase
That’s your flеx, but I gotta set pace
Run to a check, yеah I'm doing up race
Do what I do, put tracks on a tape
Tying these knots, put the bag in the safe
No it ain’t safe for the mandem
Came on smoke, spitting shells at random
Pull face when I touch mic, man are still handsome
2-2 bars, took spotlight for ransom
2-2 bars, now I’m on her playlist
2-2 text, come through with a Magnum
Dig that box, yeah I’m working the graveshift
Up all night, then I move like phantom
CHORUS
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
Oh my, days
This that shit put food on the plate
This that shit that bang when you play it
This that shit that make a man hate
Hold up, wait
All these bars put ink on the page
All these bars put mans on the stage
All these bars took dargs out the cage
VERSE II
Phone line chirping, I’m working
Shower down for a fee, yeah I came for the sterling
Don’t do road, but this dope I’m serving
Too many trees, that’s paper burning
Cut down, now I plant these seeds
Fruits of my labour, fam gotta eat
Cop the yard, put ma in a Jeep
A la carte, put charms on the sleeve
On top of this bread like cold cuts
Paper thick, them bands can’t fold up
Very rare, flow come like gold dust
This fire on my phone might blow up
They don’t know you, but they know us
Picture perfect, paint a portrait when I’m penning scriptures
Pretty like an orchid, penance for my listeners
Pushing penicillin, popping painkillers
OUTRO
This that shit put food on the plate
This rap shit put food on the plate