Erick Arc Elliott - Half - Time lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy] These some intimate thoughts In a Porsche, sipping Cris' through a straw You on the board, trying to get through a shore I was bored, trying to get me a broad, not a b**h or a who*e You talking rank, tryna' settle the score Diamond to dog, living like the kind in the air Peace to my earth, I swear that she the mom of the year Peace on my turf, ducking all the models in here Beating the dirt, success is like kilometers near Stuck at my worst, karma talking dead in my ears I'm writing this verse, same time I met with my fears Quarter-century but way way ahead of my years I been gone since Daquan seen him dead at the stairs Stay strapped though, never lack though, watch your back though Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine clap mo' This the city called the rotten apple Now you know if you didn't know, n***a better pop a Snapple [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Sitting in a room like why the room is spinning like the b**h in Exorcist head is? My mind is always on lettuce Paper chase, shrooms laced, heard the road is infinite No chain, no pendant No Range, no Bentley My rhymes be sh**ting on lives of rappers you into It ain't ironic I use a number-two pencil Better pay homage if ever we bump into Shotty pump hit you, mama grab the tissue Extra magazine, licking n***as wasn't a issue Saint Laurent leather, I'm like Fonz with a pistol In broad day, I'll address any issue And undress any damsel in distress, if she into dead n***as And I ain't talking about the presidents or the evil residents Never see the Benz again All four quarters, it's onslaught, pure slaughter All aboard b**h cause' it's all water [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] The Messiah and the Maestro Pen prolific and now I'm twisted off nice 'dro Thoughts gifted, I'm non-existent tonight, ho I hit her once, slide shawty like the iPhone So I shine regal for the people in Paraná One kiss for my girl, two kiss for my mama Parted from my pain, won't dissipate This is missions on minimum wage Until I'm dug up out the grave, reincarnated Po' her a** on the gla**, off the Bombay I get around 2Pac, just like the song say Flow frame of though, f** your loss this is Fonzie The Columbine of the Comic-Con I'm blowing up for the common kind I told you pigs I ate finer-swine, I got my own sh** Why you riding mine, huh? And we close at Ramadan And you not a soldier, need a shoulder you can cry upon [Bridge: Meechy Darko] (x2) Run from the Ops, duck shots and maintain Timbs bu*terscotch, Balmain at ballgames I ain't ever flopped, my name hall of fame Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (high) Learn from the block, we plot to get payed YSL denim, J's that's all suede Never ever flop, my name hall of fame Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (high)