Public opinions by Zachary Caesar Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Right
This one's for them
Right
[Verse 1]
Me and you
Outside 1 on 1, make it two
Pick a fight
Polar hoodie, navy blue
Your dogs ain't no better, so it's me or you
It's me or you
[Hook]
Wipe 'em clean
(Wipe 'em clean)
My dogs don't do barking, they gon' show they teeth
(Show they teeth)
Venom from a snake, imma wipe 'em clean
(Wipe 'em clean)
You just come to this, they gon' notice me
(Notice me)
[Verse 2]
I aim for the neck
You aim for the spleen
Matter of fact
I don't aim at all
That ain't up to me
That's all up to them
Them being shooters I go to send, woah
[Verse 3]
I'll go verse to verse
I'll go intervene
I disable all the writers block
Just to paint the scene
This is 81, nothing here is really as it seems
Eighteen, ready got it locked
Shoulders all they lean
My locations there, but it ain't on public for the view
He gon' shoot
While my boy been there, and waiting for the que
[Verse 4]
Right on time
Clockin' in at 8
Clockin' out at 5
Working Day 'N Nite
Thinks his name is Cudi
With the Nikes
That's your life
Ain't no telling when it's over and it's live
But for me
Keep my pockets grease
Slipped on 'em when I just tried to leave
I can't afford to buy sneakers that are creased
I need fam to understand that this shit is more than a dream
Especially when my pen is just spitting straight gasoline
Yeah
Right
This one's for them
Right
[Verse 1]
Me and you
Outside 1 on 1, make it two
Pick a fight
Polar hoodie, navy blue
Your dogs ain't no better, so it's me or you
It's me or you
[Hook]
Wipe 'em clean
(Wipe 'em clean)
My dogs don't do barking, they gon' show they teeth
(Show they teeth)
Venom from a snake, imma wipe 'em clean
(Wipe 'em clean)
You just come to this, they gon' notice me
(Notice me)
[Verse 2]
I aim for the neck
You aim for the spleen
Matter of fact
I don't aim at all
That ain't up to me
That's all up to them
Them being shooters I go to send, woah
[Verse 3]
I'll go verse to verse
I'll go intervene
I disable all the writers block
Just to paint the scene
This is 81, nothing here is really as it seems
Eighteen, ready got it locked
Shoulders all they lean
My locations there, but it ain't on public for the view
He gon' shoot
While my boy been there, and waiting for the que
[Verse 4]
Right on time
Clockin' in at 8
Clockin' out at 5
Working Day 'N Nite
Thinks his name is Cudi
With the Nikes
That's your life
Ain't no telling when it's over and it's live
But for me
Keep my pockets grease
Slipped on 'em when I just tried to leave
I can't afford to buy sneakers that are creased
I need fam to understand that this shit is more than a dream
Especially when my pen is just spitting straight gasoline