PILOT

EDERSON VARELA

Three on me like the Broncos
Sipping water from the lagos
On a high note
Smoke out till I'm gone slow
I'll be damn gone
Printing guns in my damn post
Roads flooded with them pot holes
Finna ride low
Drop down, cause they damn close
On the five-o
Slumped up, so unconscious
Finna pop shit, finna mosh pit
I be locked in
All fetti where I found it
Setting prices, damn
Kicking the door
Story was finished, but I take a round
Youngin was dead, got blood on the town
Pussy ass bitches not even around
Two brodies on they feet
Geeked up on that speech
Say something, you'll preach
Back up on key, don't shoot till we eat

Mob time, send me pesos
Titties bouncing, give them besos
Bruce Banner when I feel the rage
Back up when I need space
How many bands I'm finna make
Like Stacks said, never catch breaks
Got hunnids strapped to my damn waist
Pushing the limit, Scarface

Full scabs with a band aid
Feet swollen, got me limping
Check balance had me dripping
If you still ghosting, then you tripping
Like a thousand miles, I was endless
Spoke with your words now I listen
I was subtle with my mission
I was cooking in the kitchen

Got a tape, know I never miss
Back in beyond, bitch I'm back with it
Dropping joints like we battling
Stop playing cause them rounds coming
Hear me now, I got the ground shaking
Been hungry for a hella minute
I got prints coming, for the ones that fittin
Don't snooze, I gotta couple minutes
Damn

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