Testo Pyrex - Vdon feat. Lil Eto & Jai Black
Testo della canzone Pyrex (Vdon feat. Lil Eto & Jai Black), tratta dall'album Omertà
Ha
I'm content, classic performance
Heavy stamina, every soldier has his endurance
On the X.A. calendar, a few months home with warrants
'Til the feds sting me, I'll be sleepin' with the hornets
Ha, my bitches all gorgeous, our crib is all fortress
I could still use my words just to scribble out portraits
I'm kickin' y'all storage, takin' my portions
Goin' corporate, the world is mine, you out of orbit
Yeah, I'm no longer friendly, I reached out
Niggas used the bond against me
I'm doin' Devil's work, havin' God resent me
God repent me, but hearts are envy
Yeah, train hard, fight easy
Graveyard, life greasy
The day job, the night needs me
Lawyers paid off, that's what made the time briefly
God showed me patience, but I'll wait a lifetime
Before negotiations, nothin' hurt my heart more
Than my Cody statements, nowadays you either fam
Or it's no relations, that's criteria
Niggas with no drive, I tried steerin' ya
The drama never dies, it's live in my area
The logic is survive, recline and light cherries up
The option is to buy, the stride, this grind tearin' me up
Just a little support and I'm good to go
But these niggas is forks in the sugar bowl
I'm studyin' codes only crooks should know
Styled in the bummiest clothes, that shit took a toll
Clean guns, got a vast selection
I'm stunned they let Trump win the last election
I'll put your lights out, you won't pass inspection
It's somethin' about a nigga that ain't have direction
I got further with a kind word
Right or wrong, I couldn't tell when the lines blurred
Word, I no longer stand aside curbs
Slick as the wise bird, I'll teach 'em what I learned
Huh, I seen it comin' and I timed it
Survived it, dreamt about it and real lifed it
Wifed it, married the game, nothin' like it
Niggas ain't gettin' punched no more, I came to spike it
Gotta make more mistakes
It's the only thing I learn from, sit until my turn come
Mama raised a gorgeous face, it got ugly with that first gun
Second time, third one
They got us all caught in the trap
It's no difference between a lie and alternative fact
Before I turn my cheek, I'll be turnin' my back
Take the powder, water, and baking soda, turn it to crack
Lust, loot, bottles of crushed fruit
The why's, when, where, what, who
The ghetto Robert Greene, Sun Tzu
Different dance, but the same one-two
With hopes to see a milli' before these niggas kill me
Dead, fill me with lead, tell me what's the dealy
Knew I'd grow to be a willy, throw me in the feds instead
I made a pledge, y'all gon' only get the real me
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Writer(s): Tivon Key
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