Slayd - Skittles & Brisk Tea lyrics

[Verse 1: Slayd] I'm bout to chuck my hood up, with my f**ing hood up Wish a somebody would shoot, wish somebody would bust Cause uh, my bro strapped and he don't ride with seat belts Smashing the gas pedal, bullets fly, you gone need help I tried to be civil, but that don't produce no chivalry Cause doors ain't opening, I live in a state of misery A profit seeking prodigy, probably a prophecy Studied astrology, embarking on the oddest odyssey Lips twitching, anticipating a written, encryption Or a description of these f**in mental prisons Impotent infants, attempt to emulate my eminence Winners win, and it's about that time for yo shift to end Quit quick, kid, kick ,sh** swift with wit Lashing out, when I'm rapping out, like I spit whips Took a quick trip, for skittles and like my 5th brisk Paranoid a bullet might hit me just like a clinched fist I 'ont keep no piff lit, never sipped a swig of no liq But because of my pigment, I look like I hit licks My point is, the worlds a joint And until the flame hits, and we've ascended, it'll be twisted So grab a niche protagonist, until you napping in a ditch And watch ya back, cause some prejudice, like to spazz with clips A new school student, better yet the catalyst A chip chasing, spit blazing, hit making, pacifist [Hook: Tee Ohh] My hoodie on, I dare a n***a to f** with me But i ain't tripping, Cause Wesson smith and stay tucked with me That's f**ed that i got to keep something tucked with me They k**ing n***as, You against the system? then bust with me *Hook Repeats* [Verse 2: Slayd] Got n***as mad, cuzz the flow rugged like a brillow pad Way I'm k**ing rap, should be asking where a fiddle at Or at least a tear, and on the back, just a gentle pat When I pa**, tip ya cap. Or I'm a pill it back Spewing venom on the vinyl of these simple tracks Dentist said I'm a menace, in the future I should see some plaques But bullets flying easily can turn future to past Tense when we moving, that's why that weapon concealed like my tatt Too many who use the booth Really my regimen relies on rappers who could use a clue They busy blowing hookah, I construe the truth Amusing how these losers prove That losing isn't due for me, but is for you, so toodaloo I toss ganja, my thoughts kinda, like off I'm a boss. sh** I'm plotting on u'll probably make Ross ponder Career go from unknown to a cataclysm Money flowing slow bout to turn to high metabolism *Hook* [Bridge: Tee Ohh] Now I'mma never put them hammers down Run up on me you better stand your ground *Repeats Twice* Now we will never put them hammers down Run up on us, You better stand your ground *Repeats Twice*