Daggers

Lyrics
Take the dagger out of my chest, faking my last breath Breaking the glass, step on the bottle my last step I'm at the brothel looking at pictures she had sent I'm Aristotle look at the scriptures my hand send Fuller than the throttle I'm macking at full speed Pull up like the Ottomans on you I won't leave If they got a problem, tell 'em I got a map X on the dot, pull up, where I'm at My flow, GPS, stole from the CVS Got goals like I'm Maradona the road of a leery vet Back on my bbs bitch act like you need me less Strapped with a need for vengeance, clap at a greedy pest I'm the best I really do this you think you do cause you got clout If I am Julius who is Brutus get knocked out Charles Xavier coming at you with mind tricks Outside doing pull ups, playing my shit Outside of the bullet or inside it A child cries, tulips, I hear sirens Riding down past Utica with the pilot Nine lives, one left so I'm wylin' Make a dagger out of my breath Fingers around the felt tip pen as I manifest Figures around an endless den I could recollect Triggers the sound of shells hit men as they try to step Take the dagger out of my flesh Throw it up on the banister rep my family crest International ambassador on the Capitol steps Permanent middle finger fuck with a capital f
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Credits
- Writers
- Gabe ’Nandez