Point Blank - Pickle lyrics

[Verse 1: emcee Shane] You think better with your back against the wall Where my whereabouts always missing when they call Stuck inside the gallows man this life is no facade And i'm sitting playing contra while these n***as playing cards This is seance music cause they wanted new sh** I'm posted on the wall trying not to lose it When you sliding home You may get some bruises, but it's for the best man you know you gotta do it Fight fair will not fight fair, we fighting for that first cla** flight fare the demons right there with a slight scare round the corridor and you'll have nightmares Himo told me man, this thing is like your house If they do you wrong, you could kick 'em out If they show some, clout you could take 'em out Maybe grab the machete and cut they mouth i'm talkin' 'bout Sitting on the porch again chewing on some polly seeds You n***as probably plottin' steady sowing on some evil deeds Designer rings and finer things i'm crushin' on your self esteem [Chorus] The coldest nights are the boldest nights in the acura the grim reaper tryna' hold me tight nothing's right [Verse 2:] Tribes in trenches, you know we always listen Midichlorians and foot prints to the cabin what happened? Those foggy, foggy, nights looking for action No pa**ion for this sh**, i'm blunt ashing with a b**h from a city hella windy they hit casual licks I get i'm the villain i'm the bad guy, talked sh**, got hit, made girls cry, You don't really wanna see my bad side 111 ways to disrupt your mental, and it all really started with these pens and these pencils Can you feel the power? can you feel it in your hands? Pressure makes diamonds man i need you to understand Osaka blades and running fades before my cousins gunner days before they put that cash away they hit the gas and flash away They creepin' on ah come up, if they spot you you'll have no luck 24 got 50 more i know i need to hold up, living life like i'm much older, but i got devil on shoulders Living life like i'm much older, but i got devils on shoulders [Chorus] The coldest nights are the boldest nights in the acura the grim reaper tryna' hold me tight nothing's right [Verse 3] We gonna get it on our own Do you get it? got it, good. now we searching for some thrones And we so far away from home, but what's the point of home if it's only student loans? But this is seance music so don't confuse it with no other bullsh**, the black on black fit i'm tryna' f**ing get it The swish on IG you know i wanna hit it You know i wanna hit it, now she stuck on my line stuck in my f**ing business With some other bullsh** with my curly haired chick and haha she hella thick and i'm feeling f**ing legit