Letra de Blank Stare

[Verse I]
A nigga called rapping trying to get seen
Then hit me with a bitter sixteen
But my imaginations wild so it seems
He’s joking can’t be sober that’s lean
Now I’m thinking he smoking this needs to be over
That means on one accord I’m pulling that string
You mean one of them cords?
Yeah fuck it that thing
Gotta cut the music gotta end the night clean
Gotta interrupt naps
While pushing that fat lady from the back sing
Everybody might scream
Mean it might be but it’s like I’m Spike Lee with a mic
He is whack bitch do the right thing. (Damn)
Can a nigga get paid?
If they ain’t digging this we digging they grave
While they wonder what it takes wе was digging in crates
If the plumber took a brеak we was making shit shake
Its so crazy I’m thinking its fake
We so ahead we thinking it’s late (well)
Been two years since the mixtape
Now its record after record till them break
Other records, other words
Check it, respect it, you see our business in shape
Working out deals till they get the shit straight
If life is a bitch then we must of switched dates
I say that meaning life’s the shit which is great
When it add up what difference it make?
Unless you find more
But what I gotta tell you two times for
You about to get ate
Cuz numbers don’t lie think you know why
They like oh my when a nigga roll by
Wanna show me love let me get the whole pie
When they ask whose the best don’t lie so I
[Verse II]
First things first you soft as niggas probably wouldn’t survive today
From hurt to hearts stiff ass triggers
When they cocked that’s when we spray
Machine gun flow clips tossing em out
Donald trump shit we bossing around
A few foreign bitches they bark and bite shit
We walking them out
How many times must we say when we get in we’ll have our way with this game they just lame
Two chain type of niggas not in our frame
Hey what type are you?
I’m the kind of dude a bitch will love to screw
Might take your girl make her love the crew
But that just proves that we recycle too
But fuck It I feel more alive
Dui’s I still drink and drive
Young N Reckless this shit is my life
But homie that chick ain’t ya wife
She let us slide and get inside dope dick got ya broad feeling high she thick hit that ass no surprise
This click came to get between them thighs
Intense fuck it call me McLovin
Bad bitch ass like bread out of the over
Soft like stuffing, round like a muffin
I’m a just dumb it down we fucking
They fronting we up in here got the bitches yelling cheers
Putting pressure on our peers while we preserve
Oh well 2012 we’ll show them this year