"Bunchy Carter" lyrics

YUNGMORPHEUS & Eyedress Lyrics

"Bunchy Carter"

I'm at the spot spliffed pumping Alice Coltrane
Wasn't that hype over the politics, I need more change
Was in my city of the trees, they sniff the cocaine
Nigga want a million of my writings without no fame
Divine karma, when I die roll up spliffs in my honor
Niggas give you roses when you gone, I decry martyrs
Thought that we had got away until they flicked them lights on us
Careful with your words, I think that nigga mic on him
Sip the Perrier, I dream about murder like every day
Wake up in the morning, in my mirror saying "there the ace"
Niggas quit before it started working, they was scared to wait
I'm tryna cop my shorty a Burkin and get a better place
I ain't with the chatting, I'm focused on the get back, my nigga
Looking at the world, I told all my niggas it's time to get straps
I'on like to kick it 'cause these niggas lie in they raps
Think it's a game until your wires get tapped, nigga

I'on like to kick it 'cause these niggas lie in they raps
All these niggas think it's a game until they wires get tapped
Looking at the world, told 'em, "My niggas, it's time to get strapped"
I ain't with the chatting, I'm focusing on the get back, my nigga
I'm focusing on the get back, yeah

I'm focusing on the get back, yeah
I'm focusing on the get back


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