Glaciers

(11)

Yo where you at ?
Yo where you at punk ?
It’s called TIG
Represent
Switch

(ASA)

Aye, Why your snitch be on my wait up
Pulling gimmicks simple straight up
Telling me things got to stay up
I can have no more relations
I have way too much temptation
And my girl became my ex,
Cause I have no explanation

Good Riddance, Good Business,
I can’t even fuckin show
Good Riddance, Good Business,
I don’t even fuckin know

Cause my cards been on a roll
Slow and flow like Weston Roads,
Take that play doh, make a mold
Spineless like your feelings oh
I know that’s just ain’t your talk, your new girls taught you a lot
I know that’s just ain’t your walk, you’ve been actin up a lot
All actions, No thoughts
Lookin like you live in a box
Look at me twice and I’ll teach you how to walk the fuckin talk

Good Riddance, Good Business,
I can’t even fuckin know
Good Riddance, Good Business,
I don’t even fuckin show
Cause my cards been on a roll
Look at me twice and you’ll know
Be right back until you know
Gotta get back in my zone

(Kid $oul)

Shine so bright
When you find yo light
Keep yo mind in sight
Keep yo mind in the right
When freedom is in vain
All I feel is Pain
Hiding in the shame
Well, I need a change
Target in my sight
Flyin into range
Drivin in the night
Tryna get my mind right
Cause me, myself, and I fight
Tryna get my mind right, uh
Cause me, myself, and I fight

(pRohphet)

See im trynna get my rhymes right
Step into the lime light
Hands up
It’s a fist fight
Punch it
Till it sounds right
Out of sight
Im out of mind
We making moves
Its late at night
TT
I might miss my flight
Roam these streets
No stop signs
Im old school
But I flex right
Off the wall
My cheques white
Im coming Down
Like Gods smite
Moses
This is my tribe
Im flowing
Cause the vibes right
My future looking so bright.
Ranges with the black tires
Im breaking all these mob ties
Bitches on my wifi
I swear that im the right guy
These snitches like to talk right?
In stitches, no more gang signs
These snitches like to talk right?
In stitches, no more gang signs

// no good guys, no bad guys
Just circumstances
That ain't right
So these clowns
Devise lies
To make do and get by
And by when the times right
It's too late
To rewind
And by when the times right
It's too late
So don't cry

So I'm switching the flow
And I go
Let it go
Got my mind on the dough
Leaving bodies on the floor
Everybody wanting more
But Nobody wanna grow
So I show you to the door
While they busy setting scores

Everybody wanting more
But Nobody wanna grow
Everybody wanting more
But Nobody wanna grow

(11)

Claiming my city

Streets of new D-e-l hi

Where these punk Tryin to sweat me,
Ain’t holdin it back,
Type of G built to last
I know my duty,
Realness
Don’t give a fuck to say ,
Progressin,
Lvin it up
Creepin, crawlin escaping
Only few understand what I’m talkin about,Affiliated hustlers
If you cross me ,
You should’ve know by now,
Next thing Up in your bitch
No flexin
Old school tip
Don’t give me that awkward eye
I’m Conceited bastard
You ain’t shit

(Kid $oul)

Spray the lead through the crucible,
Gangsta I’m unmovable,
Violence all I seek, Through these rhymes just the usual
Irremovable my elbow from your mandible,
Guillotine rupture splines slice you like Hannibal
Never losing hope, Screaming death to the demons in cohesion with my prayers
Angels lead to what I’m seeking, man I’m reeking of that reefer, like I’m smoking by the leada
Toking, hoping, he a dreamer, with the demons that’s beneath us
Keep the sorrows, weeping
Pop some xans, now I’m tweaking
Heartbeat depleting
Body freezing
To hell we proceeding
Keeping all the sins, never grieving
Let the angels take hold of the blow of the road
As I’m sippin holy water, I take what’s bestowed
Showing no woes, weakness no show
Sins keep me going, I gotta follow my code

Real life make you feel fright, feel fright
Livin in this neck of sin, make you feel right
Real life make you feel fright, feel fright
Livin in this hella sins and I need light

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