Embers

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jay NiCE] Ayo, the sour burn slow I twist it through the fingers like the toughest gangbanger (Eastside) All my cops became in-grave danger True Romance, the Black Christian Slater (That's me) I'm back giftin' wave, sir, my raps entertain her (They do) Drive-bys, I'm blastin' Ganger, slappin' strangers This life can get a tad crazy, but it has some flavor (Wuh!) I'm paintin' colors, splashin' canvases, rearrangin' covers, creatin' upwards This shit sound like it was made for summer Every season, we toss the dart straight down the middle Complex dumpеr, you soundin' simple, MAC rounds'll end you Style еssential, background official; act wild, we flip you (That's right) Carve your face inward like dimples, nigga [Verse 2: Tha God Fahim] My connection to the dark side of The Force Got me slicin' through rappers with no remorse No way to compensate for missin' half your face My flames are not easily extinguished It's well-distinguished that I'm a mothafuckin' genius Combat the deception with truth Constant power struggles, rallyin' troops My guns'll raise your roof like convertible coupes Develop my skill in isolation Tryna reach a state of stability and peace But in this chaotic world, that just ain't a thing Shoot you into suspended animation; no admiration Just smokes and disintegration, incineration Uh Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap Watch the world burn from my outlook of rap
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Credits
- Writers
- Tha God Fahim
- Jay NiCE
- Nicholas Craven