Irineo - Montrose to Kimball lyrics

[Hook] Everyb-Everybody (body body) (x4) Everybody wreck it [Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] Swing and throw like Ichiro See more snow than ski patrol 'Till my nose bleeds Then I smoke trees 'Till the hosts screams, "Yo! You need to go!" Flow like hemoglobin Feed me rolls until it eats a hole through my stomach lining Steal your hoes I'm up all night won't shut my eyes 'till the sun is shining Get this, business thugs in your district Children equipped with guns and ballistics Blood isn't thick as a wig when it splits Another mother's son But he's nothing but a number With a hit with a slug a convicted you're just a statistic Government witness, hunting a clip Best run for the hills With a bunch of prescription d** in your system Them kids live a life in shambles Been gripping it by the handles Finna leave they victim's family In a vigil lighting candles Live from Chicago High from the pot smoke Dodging the 5-0 Nah the Gestapo At the mount put it down for my town While your clowning around on some Ronald McDonald If you misinterpret then missing person Sip and swerve with a fifth of bourbon I'll drift in a hearse while spittin' a verse Because the kids prefer the explicit version Issue the firm just to gyp the merchant Gets the disturbing when it hits the nerve It'll get your squirming It'll get much worse when the pigs with permits come digging for dirt [Hook] [Verse 2: Street Light] Yeah, who the illest in the reigns Just a couple minutes from missing my plane From the adrenaline feel it in my veins Pain came to a minimum Hang with a super lyrical game I aim for the millennial power in chain I became different from the intended definition under my name Street Light, for the conditional gain When I say I'm really on board ain't referring to a game BANG! I'm hearing the shots But never duck 'cuz the kid ain't fearing a Glock Even a bullet from your trigger pulling and starting and stop Drop to the rocks of concrete on the block Weave and bob the cops Intents to pop you while you pop the locks Figured out quick, I should probably stop Trying to cop a nick Or I'mma end up like Biggie and Pac in 96 Be on it man Y'all don't get ahead, I'm so insane That I need a neck to hold the chain That I can't wear 'cuz my focus ain't Trynna get fly like broken planes Trynna tell me that the culture changed People on the street trynna hold some change They all wanna know how you ball in the gutter like bowling lanes But you headed for the pen like debit They all wanna get you on that bad stash credit Your man bake it up then sell it You ain't gotta jump from the 13th story to tell it My faith ain't based on any kind of relic Once upon a time I was young and pathetic It was me and my dog chasing the bread like relish Now embellish in the fact he a mess like medics [Hook] [Verse 3: Acumental] I ain't taking orders Invade your fortress And lace the floorboards with tape recorders Double agent, son of Satan Hustle dank just to pay the mortgage Blaze a torch on a vacant porch Then I send your girl a bouquet of orchids Paint a portrait Stay the course A better name in the game never came before this I make endorphins go bonkers Hit the stage and pour a cold fosters Y'all just take your seat and don't talk 'cuz All the belly achin's making folks nauseas Devour tablets in the mouth of madness Put your disk in the trash with the brown bananas Prowl about town And the hound dogs found cadavers in the backwoods around your campus Uuunngh My team malicious Eating liquids on a piece of licorice Keep your distance Seeing visions Sneak a mistress then meet the Mrs Read my lips, b**h I'm all that and a bag of chips with a slice of pizza Nice to meet ya Life's a beach uuungh Take charge, slide your visa Master card Crash your car shortly after I ask to borrow it Pack of parliaments K Billy super sound finna slash apart your elastic cartilage Mr. Blonde, Victor Vega Box of redbull, fifth of jager Wicked nature Get it straight, I won't hesitate to eliminate ya [Hook]