Half - Time

Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Twelvyy] Yeah [Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy] These some intimate thoughts In a Porsche, sippin' Cris' through a straw You on the board, tryna get through a shore I was bored, tryna get me a broad, not a bitch or a whore You talkin' rank, tryna settle the score Diamond to dog, livin' 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 models in 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 met with my fears Quarter-century, but way, way ahead of my years I been gone since Daquan seen him dead at the stairs Stay strapped though, never lack though, watch your back though Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine clap mo' This the city called the Rotten Apple Now you know if you didn't know, nigga better pop a Snapple [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Sittin' in the room like, why the room is spinnin' like the bitch in Exorcist head is? My mind is always on lettuce Paper chase, shrooms laced, heard the road is infinite No chain, no pendant, no Range, no Bentley My rhymes be shittin' on lives of rappers you into It ain't ironic I use a number-two pencil Better pay homage if ever we are bumped into Shotty pump hit you, mama grab the tissue Extra magazine in case niggas want a issue Saint Laurent leather, I'm like Fonz with a pistol, ayy In broad day, I'll address any issue And undress any damsel in distress if she into Dead niggas, and I ain't talkin' about the presidents Or the evil residents Never see the bench again, all four quarters It's onslaught, pure slaughter All aboard bitch 'cause it's all water [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] The Messiah and the Maestro Pen prolific and now I'm twisted off nice 'dro Thoughts gifted, I'm non-existent tonight, ho I hit her once, slide shawty like the iPhone So I shine regal for the people in Paraná 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, reincarnated Po' her ass on the glass, off the Bombay I get around 2Pac, just like the song say Flow frame of thought , fuck your loss this is Fonzie The Columbine of the Comic-Con I'm blowing up for the common kind I told you pigs I ate finer-swine, I got my own shit Why you riding mine, huh? And we close at Ramadan And you not a soldier, need a shoulder you can cry upon [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Run from the Ops, duck shots and maintain Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at ballgames I ain't ever flopped, my name hall of fame Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High) Learn from the block, we plot to get payed YSL denim, J's that's all suede Never ever flop, my name hall of fame Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High) Run from the Ops, duck shots and maintain Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at ballgames I ain't ever flopped, my name hall of fame Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High) Learn from the block, we plot to get payed YSL denim, J's that's all suede Never ever flop, my name hall of fame Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High)