The Crows

Its never been about setting up shop
See red now the ace is hot
See wet only wasting lots
Deeps debts when waves come drop

What
Fuck all this walking on rocks
All fucking trebly foot
Soaked through to the socks

So stop yeah
Go play for your crowd
How can I be drawn out
Standing at the top of this mound

Shitt
These mans on some kind of trip
Plans scams but they never learn
Your accuracies on the squiff

Quick
Rapid words before they stick
Snappy nerves when I tick
All this slow clap gives me a stitch

I switch
Man's don't be laying down grit
Iron chest for an iron fist
Easily broken at the wrist

Give it a miss
Best advice after I miss
Less inclined to give a shit
Something I'd never miss

Blow me a kiss
Nah that's only for your bitch
And your girl too
I'll take the full home package

Fuckkk
It tell you something you don't even know
You might be playing steel set
But I'm fucked if I'm playing the crow

Woahh
Keep the refence on a choke
Only weapon I'm concealing
Are dampened bars under a fuck coat

Broo
You suppose to be chilled when you smoke
Nah its cool
I'm just having one of those super serious jokes

That's gritty shit huh
That's nitty whit wrote
That pretty cut throat
Full bars and no ones raising a toast

Hoods down now it storms the coast
Many doubt when I know you false
Money ain't such an equal boast
Drowning in your own fucking woke

Slow Math
Don't be slamming on my gig
I had to detach then reattach
Just to pretend I give a shit