Beer N Black - Starting Line lyrics

[Verse1: Tweeter] My temperature, it's climbing On the edge of the bed with ya head on my legs, I'm flying Laying back just vibing, like a needle in a haystack hiding I'm Citizen Cope with a little less dope and a lot less hope And a God Blessed flow, make you drop back slow Mind blown from that shotgun smoke 5-0 ain't got time for nobody so god damn rock n roll Got that green like a stop and go Somehow dick clean, mop and glo Lipstick f**ed up, mascara f**ed up All because of that makeup s** Wake up f** her make her breakfast Go to work get paid up next From the moment that I pop off It's a drop off Every other whippersnapper is a knock off Now I got her breathing heavy like a pot cough Knocking her socks off getting my rocks off I'm hot sauce burning your tongue Or the shot just burning your stomach Pot smoke burning your lungs, inferno k** this stage like a murderer does it Word to your mother, trust this Virgo You get furloughed, I do work I light that purp and write that verse Speak in cursive, words I'm slurring Fight them curses, win them battles Always climbing, got that ladder Always higher, flying saucers My whole roster always striking first [Hook: Tweeter] Danger's in the air tonight It ain't hard to find Part of me just wants to party party all the time You can find me under covers like I'm solving crimes I ain't winning nothing if I'm standing at the starting line (x2) [Verse2: JRockBNB] From the point of introduction my sh**s disgusting With a pen tip put an end quick to all your bull sh** discussions This bakers not making muffins Jeffrey Dahmer baking people No need for ovens or nothing Just need a blunt and my brother The way the crowd hushing No pause or interruptions I'm puffing on Christmas buds and Just stuffing chickens like stuffing On this beat just f**ing No kissing or cuddling, high fives or hugging Forgot your name lost your number I won't call you nothing I am the man to go Earl Manigault High with the flow when it comes to goal I score I grease ya just like you pinot I scarface just like Pachino I'm Vegas you Reno I make you say yes and scream no I got brothers eskimo that'll leave you cold like ski slops When the beat go broke Hop back on the track in full blown beats mode Yack Yack Boom Boom then I reload where'd I put that C4 In a coat with a mag fulla rap n***a dream k**a Got platinum chains for all you gorillas Wanna be more illa Stop wearing skinny jeans k**a [Hook: Tweeter]