KRUST by The BuLife Lyrics
(mumbling)
Kinda off, train a thought
Uh
Caught a thot on a cot, uh
Cauhgta, uh, kinda umm
[Silas]
I got a flow outta context
So all I'm hearing is death threats
I bet vets couldn't catch a bomb threat
I cater to the real - the haters in the rear
I steer clear of the sharks
Double engine on this drive
I'm driven with ambition, the pistons spittin venom
I'm livin in my denim - its in the jeans
At fourteen had a dream to rap, but I slacked like suits
I was tied to the track of pursuit
It was school, then get a job
Booze, then livers probs - fuck it one shot I'ma take it
Cape tip creating, lay-text, I say shit, that fucks em up
I'm mustard up, gotta catch up to relish
What you sellin ain't hot dog
I'm feeling awkward with odd words, large purse for a bitch nigga
I gotta strong word for a snitch nigga, DIE!
Lets keep that between you and eyes dried on a tried lost girl with no pride
Coke eyes, wide, you wrote lies, tired, I injected dope rhymes I wrote while high - try and find the depth!
Cape tippin thinking different from the rest
We was living with the rest
We was casted like lures we was skewing the depth
They couldn't place they finger so they pointed instead
On the edge, cape tippin!
[JAY]
Just let me write it down
Fire, fire sound
I'm hot bitch I'm the lighter now
Covered in fumes, I struck fully ignited now
Gold rush, west coast style, that 49'ers sound
Flow like the Raiders before the Bears was better
I'm over they head, scramble they minds, they need a bayed for it
Toss them aspiration, ass kicking, layin on it
Free of charge, 16 bars, told me I'm faded for em
You niggas Tracy no Chapman
And I ain't laughing I'm been way too busy trappin and stackin trying be JP Morgan
My mamma anxious to move, we need to pay the mortage
Kinda off, train a thought
Uh
Caught a thot on a cot, uh
Cauhgta, uh, kinda umm
[Silas]
I got a flow outta context
So all I'm hearing is death threats
I bet vets couldn't catch a bomb threat
I cater to the real - the haters in the rear
I steer clear of the sharks
Double engine on this drive
I'm driven with ambition, the pistons spittin venom
I'm livin in my denim - its in the jeans
At fourteen had a dream to rap, but I slacked like suits
I was tied to the track of pursuit
It was school, then get a job
Booze, then livers probs - fuck it one shot I'ma take it
Cape tip creating, lay-text, I say shit, that fucks em up
I'm mustard up, gotta catch up to relish
What you sellin ain't hot dog
I'm feeling awkward with odd words, large purse for a bitch nigga
I gotta strong word for a snitch nigga, DIE!
Lets keep that between you and eyes dried on a tried lost girl with no pride
Coke eyes, wide, you wrote lies, tired, I injected dope rhymes I wrote while high - try and find the depth!
Cape tippin thinking different from the rest
We was living with the rest
We was casted like lures we was skewing the depth
They couldn't place they finger so they pointed instead
On the edge, cape tippin!
[JAY]
Just let me write it down
Fire, fire sound
I'm hot bitch I'm the lighter now
Covered in fumes, I struck fully ignited now
Gold rush, west coast style, that 49'ers sound
Flow like the Raiders before the Bears was better
I'm over they head, scramble they minds, they need a bayed for it
Toss them aspiration, ass kicking, layin on it
Free of charge, 16 bars, told me I'm faded for em
You niggas Tracy no Chapman
And I ain't laughing I'm been way too busy trappin and stackin trying be JP Morgan
My mamma anxious to move, we need to pay the mortage