Martin $ky - Invitation lyrics

rate me

Listen when I scribble with this pen on the paper

8 cups heading to 9 chokin on vapors

Tell the truth, when I’m in the booth

Hit the pavement, mentally taking bullets

When you speaking false statements

Lame chance, time to rearrange all arangements

Make a mainstream strong and get about the basement

That underground styling is promising as you thought

I can see the disappointment I’m hearing it when you talk

But I could give a fuck if you accept me

I stopped giving a fuck and that’s when I became the best me

With a couple blunts and start rollin a confetti

Cause I gotta get away from all these demons tryina stress me

And I rather be, different than a simple ass rapper

With a passion for black and mous and gun sounds

The sun’s making out with the horizon

The bloods to the roach and I just finished writing

They hold cups, all we do is roll up

Don’t come approach us, cause we known to go nuts

Underground raps, mumified like king tuk

You be suck, you’re back to the lab, get your loots up

No bees for sale, niggas get the cold shoulder

Been a minute since I wrote a whole verse sober

Lucky charms rolling up a four leaf clover

While you smoking squares tryina be the poser on the poster

Headshot, reminisce the bed rock

It’s dead sky flow weight over your dormant heads

Nah, when I get to spitting, it’s dissipating on the canvas

School of dope rhyming, I’m the fliest on the campus

Cancer to the youth, ain’t got an answer for everything

I’m clowning every clown that lies around with the heavy bleed

I’m so experienced with lyrics, I could whisper every sentence

And the death could still feel it.