Flatbush Zombies - Half - Time lyrics

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Ft. A$AP Twelvyy

(Verse: A$AP Twelvyy)

This sum' intimate thoughts In a porsche

Sippin' Cris' thru' a straw

Ya wanted war tryna get thru' her sure

I was bored tried to get me a broad

Not a bitch or a whore

I'm talkin' rank, tryna settle the score

Diamond to dog, living like the kind in the air

Peace to my earth, I swear that she the mom of the year

Peace on my turf, duckin' all the monitors here

Beatin' the dirt, success is like kilometers near

Stuck at my worst, karma talkin' dead in my ears

I'm writin' this verse, same time I met wit my fears

Quarter century but way way ahead of my years

I been gone since Daquan seen him dead at the stairs

Stay strapped tho, neva lack tho, watch yo back tho

Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety nine clap mo'

This the city called the rotten apple

Now ya know if ya didn't know, nigga better pop a Snapple

(Verse 2: Meechy Darko)

Sittin' in the room like

While the room is spinnin' like the bitch in exorcist head is

My mind is always on lettuce, paper chase

Shrooms laced, herd the road is infinite

No chain no pendant, no Range no Bentley

My rhymes be shitting on lives of rappers ya into

It ain't ironic I use a no. 2 pencil

Better pay homage if eva we ya bump into

Shotty pump hit ya , mama grab the tissue

Extra magazine make a nigga want a issue

Saint Laurant leather I'm like Fonz wit a pistol (aye)

In broad day I'll address any issue

& undress any damsel in distress if she into

Dead niggas & I ain't talking about the presidents or the evil residents

Neva see the bench again all four quarters

It's onslaught pure slaughter

All aboard bitch cuz it's all water

(Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott)

The Messiah & the maestro

Pen prolific & now I'm twisted off nice dro

Thoughts gifted I'm not existin' tonight ho

I hit her once slide shawty like the iPhone

So I shine regal for the people & parana

One kiss for my girl, two kiss for my mama

Parted from my pain won’t dissipate

This is missions on minimum wage

Until I'm dug up out the grave; reincarnate

Pour her ass on the glass off the bombay

I get around, 2Pac, just like the song say

Gold frame of thought fuck yo loss this is Fonzay

The columbine of the comic con

I'm blowin' up for the common kind

I told ya pigs I ain't fond of swine

I got my own shit, while ya ride in mine huh?

& we causin' ramadan & ya not a soldier

Need a shoulda ya can cry upon

(Outro x2)

Run from the ops, duck shots & maintain

Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at all aims

I ain't neva flop my name hall of fame

Drunk drive & swerve lanes

Tonight we get (High)

Learn from the block we plot to get paid

YSL denim, J's is all suede

Neva eva flop my name hall of fame

Drunk drive & swerve lane

Tonight we get