Papamitrou - Fifty/Fifty lyrics

OneTakeMob Wa**up with the wa**up y'all Hey, It's been a brick Listen They askin, what's goin on with the tape? You should release one now Need 100% satisfaction in my sound Problems of a perfectionist, always at least one doubt Own my mistakes cause a lease runs out Then it's gone wit all the lessons you would teach ones self If I wasn't feared before, you should at least run now Better break, hit the skates Enemies pipe down No friends, too many squares hard keep one round Beat kickin like aroma from bout 3 floors down Ya smell it? Plenty hells only one heaven Can't tell it I'm out here swerving serpents lurking tryna be my brethren In my way they stepping in Shoutout to my 9 to 5s who get off at 7:10 The sh**'ll never end Stay in school quit church cause I can't trust the reverend A title's just a word and he's just another man And that man ain't perfect he'll let the devil in one time But I feel that's all it takes sometimes Ya mind gets dark and it gets hard to find a faint sunshine Plus once that n***a gets involved Create a dresser for his drawls then it's ball game The things you'd do to turn ya Levi's into Balmain Aww man Bammas overvalue the wrong things Slim if you feel like I'm insane make a song change But if you feel just what I'm sayin let us all pray I be like, dear lord guide me to path of righteousness This is my shot at this rap sh** and I might just miss But I'll be damned if I don't shoot until my palms go raw or my arms fall off Boy that, ball, gon fall If I gotta headbu*t it Man that crowd gon roar And Virginia they'll love it Underground so far But still tryna stay above it See my town so sure, but some wish that I would plummet What you, say in private gotta say in public stay a hundred Gimme a genie in a bottle I won't dare rub it Never depending on another I'll take care of it Until the fat lady sings and I can hear her humming Won't succumb if, ya give her the pipe until she fears plumbing Lost in the D somewhere near Drummond Haha I'm just slumming Pure fun it's time to veer from it Round dumpin and I'm still gunnin Let me get back to that real sh** This gift rap and they will rip I got crap that I deal wit I cut tracks and they heal quick Sheesh And that's word to my grandmomma deceased let me speak rest in peace Ya, name was Winona never got the chance to meet ya Hope ya take notice that ya grandson's lethal These words gon reach ya Maybe you the voice of the angels like I'm the voice of the people A prequel I've never known Nothing's set in stone But I feel I get it from somewhere guess I'll just let it go We want change, but our methods be a little slow Lootin and shootin where we live, cotton arrows from a metal bow Way to go Did they know You did no damage to the bigger picture Mona Lisa still ain't broke In fact she's probably chillin grinning b**h you still a hoe Temper short I'm in k**er mode Allow me to ease my mind Da Vinci forgive my metaphor can't live life lying It's not a game boy these real life lines Materialistic flow might help ya steal my shine But who better at makin real life rhyme? So I still might sign Hey, let the choir sang (Preach) Man let the choir sang (Preach) Man let the choir sang (Preach) Ain't got no choir mane I'm good, yeah