- chromonicci. Faith. 歌詞
- patches. chromonicci.
- Alright, y'all
I'm gonna do something a little different for this intro.
(Flex on 'em, flex on 'em!) Nah, not flexing. Not flexing.
(Alright, alright, that was cool.)
I want you to close your eyes - I'm gonna say some words, (alright)
I want you to tell me if any of them write a place.
( I got you, I got you.) Alright
Greatness (Okay)
Artistry (Ooh, okay)
Genuine (Mhmm)
Expertise (Mhmm)
Precision (Ooh)
Innoviate (Ooh)
Flare (Okay)
Game-changer (Oh, I like this)
Bonafide (Oh, I like that)
Finnesse (Ooh)
Pinasche (Okay)
Nicci (Uh huh)
Patches. Do you need more synonyms?
Like I can keep going, you know, try and stop me. Yeah
Lie low, where the time go?
**** if I know, need a little piece of the pie though
Side note, **** a five-o
Too sick in the cut, put the spins on vinyl
I don' t wanna be another link in the bio
I don't wanna be life's side ho
Oh look! Another one hit viral
Gone spiral downward, that's tragic
Money calling, I just can't ignore it
Go and get 'em, patches, atta boy!
Mind always in a state of war
Treat the music like a metaphor
Wait, I don't mind and you don't matter
Treat the bull like a matador
Wait, where they finding these rappers?
I **** with things that I can't afford
Overpaid, overplayed, overrated
Wait, wait, it's all related
Got a lotta heat, I gotta keep insulated
Lately I been poker facing
'Man, I swear to god you gone be famous'
Ah ha ha ha, don' t jinx me, *****
Got a long way, long way to the top
But don't forget me, *****
I just might be in my woe tonight
I just might make a new flow tonight
I just might tear out my heart and my hair hoping somebody care
When I'm telling this **** to my mic
That I couldn't if someone was there
But I know that I'm scared, what if nobody sees it?
These **** ** say nothing and make it look easy
So how about a punchline and I wrap it in a bow tonight?
Okay Yeah
And we keep it rocking baby
Hit that little dance one time
Maybe hit my milly rock
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, wait, don't let that thing drop
Hold up, wait, don't let that thing drop
Hold up, wait, don't let that thing drop
Nicci, wait, don't let that thing
This a forewarning
Flow golden, I need platinum plaques
End the rap game
**** around and make some latin jazz
These ****** can't hold me back
These ****** can't hold me back
God given, mixing my liquor
Imma sip it slow
***** you dead to me
If you mad to see that I'm living
This is how I'm living
I just figured I should let you know
I don't even usually speak
I got good at letting go
Even back in show and tell
All I ever did was show
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