Gruff Lion - Fishscales (feat. Gruff Lion) lyrics

[VERSE 1: GRUFF LION] I got balls of steel And a flashy a** car with some balding wheels I drive Faster than asteroids and wear cashmere so the girls think I'm soft even tho Ugh I'm hard feel me Chest ripplin sweat cologne glimmer in s** with chrome fenders and rim jobs on tip tops of penthouses wrist watch Bigger than grand Fathers wall clock like watch wrist as I whip posture disc jock Ya post script pissed proper off an IV drip rich ynon responsive and the dispatcher despondent cause she heard me as I vomited, a**ured me a lost cause and Call the squadron in To scoop the corpse up A few divorces and and some kids I still Support but I do it all because I'm bu*t hurt lonely and unsure of how I can evolve into old age [HOOK: DUNCECAP & GRUFF LION] Day gimmick, the lane ain't switching Holy I'm a ghost till the saints see visions Great defense is that a**hole swinging At the truth underneath every scale of the fishes Same gimmick, your lane just mimic Homie yous a hoe and youy make me sick That same look at me routine has been played out Since age six, come on and play civil [VERSE 2: DUNCECAP] I don't really wanna write to this, oh no its meta now Train of thought late, got fired for this sentence, how Waking up and being true, wit ,a thousand other things to do, is Somehow supposed to be right for a sabertooth Overwhelmed, too many stuffs, have fun, my powers s** Mining a golden ego,{i}Struck oil in an aquaduct Hydrate within the mud, Gunk crust diamond piece Gotta chance to clean it up but it'll cost more in mining fees Brain training, machine gun hazing Heavy on the bullets 50 caliber of maybes They suggest what I'm doing wrong but I'm only holding back An inner beast of pride and care who bloodlusts a d**h of honor Also being self aware of Every instance to a hyper critical breaking point / that Imploding every second and-if-you aching joints/ think i'm an a**hole or co*ky at any moment, just Bite your f**ing tongue and let me own it, ok? [HOOK: DUNCECAP & GRUFF LION] Day gimmick, the lane ain't switching Holy I'm a ghost till the saints see visions Great defense is that a**hole swinging At the truth underneath every scale of the fishes Same gimmick, your lane just mimic Homie yous a hoe and youy make me sick That same look at me routine has been played out Since age six, come on and play civil