Porchy - 15. Only God [ King Midas ] | Текст песни

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• Porchy
• 15. Only God [ King Midas ]

Overload, overdose, over you,
we ain't built the same see I know I,
Didn’t do it by myself I respect mine.

All of the, all of those, times
listened you bitches cry when you failed at life…
I helped you get back up and you stabbed with a blunt knife
I ain’t the one that changed...

Still the same just a little fame,
my brother Jerome taught me to rap and this is visible.
Oxxxy pushed up into the pinnacle
and Popek got my back that's why it's casual I win it all..

I gotta pay homage and man its honesty and honestly,
I'm glad I got homies that push me up never abolish me,
the prodigy living inside me Is spitting flawlessly
my true friends have finally shown me that they're a minority.
that's why I stay to close to some, keep the rest a foot away from me.
I told em I told em don't be a heater keep your faith to see,
a brother that came from a ghetto, climb away from poverty
my modesty is slacking I guess I'm hungry and I'm proud of me,
proud to see, that all of the fam is winning...
this shit is a lottery ticket and it's only beginning,
I do it they catch feeling of euphoria they miss It,
the fire that live once in em' retired they keep on wishing take breath bruh,

and don’t step into this vicinity this soul live into infinity with no remorse,
I’m so locked into me I'm living to keep it 100 gazillion,
million dollar thoughts up in bottles that I endorse by the litre the truck load
I'm in business your truck is toed,
It’s a write off
Il let em' fly off and hit you until I surprise you,
with patterns that tap domes and emotion with crack flows

Most of you don’t have back bone,
you act like you are achieving your best but slack shows,
can’t match those lighties with fire you are lactose
with galactose, I clocked you is a liar way back home
when you trashed clothes to call for attention you crack hoe
you attract foes, that's why we don’t mention at shows anymore

because you need interventions, to slap morals sorrows and comprehension
of all the tensions that you caused for adrenaline,
pedaling up-hill, I ain’t dwelling in struggles,
I keep it pushing up still I ain’t settling,
I’m bettering myself, im up mils I ain't tethering my connections again
your luck’s shield is getting teckered in…

I’m measuring your path and you ain’t got longer to go, I see you getting dropped
its the second time in a row, you invited it though, so know it is on you when you reach a low, point.
I won’t be there to catch you, I will watch you crawl on your broke joints.