Rokamouth - 47 Embroidery lyrics

Produced by Nico Fazio (info about the beat) [Verse 1: Jab] 47 patches on the left past shoulder Put it on our bikes riding till the whole pack it over Overflowin' potholes Brooklyn made me a snot nose Shout out to A La $ole but my n***a we too cold s**ers step to the plate, freezing when they play the tape I'm the type of n***a to let you stay but you can't have my place Real n***as here to stay, sorry we're outer space Riding spaceships looking for the cows on a steady pace Making new scenarios labels copy and paste Don't try to blame me as your get-a-way Cause your mind, everything you create can easily be achieved Put a little concentrate, on the blow like f** tho p**y so wet what you think I got my bucket for? Thousand on these hoes you know everything must go No discounts a n***a paid stop shelf You don't like it keep it pushing I dont need your help 47, It ain't over man Yeah we run it lowkey, represent the OGs Who can't do it no more cause they vision kinda blurry Fake n***as that make it, and punk n***as that take it Where that leave me? sh**, a lil n***a tryna escape it Real n***as still thinking, let me rock it dumb it down sh** Calm me down I guarantee there no more holy ground 47 Holy ground south f** is going round This the last round and I guarantee you that f**er [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] Yo, first we k**ed a 6 pack then probably splatter your abs I'm back in the lab, yikes my stripes earned like the american flag Land of the free, So why the f** I'm still in the trap? Well well now, will you listen to that In this world that I live in yo, I can't even trust my own fam Ripping off they own flesh like I'm just an old scab It's sad these savages scum throw em in the bag body of course And body the force, proof points just to settle the score They can't see me but my 3rd eye enlarged I'm down to earth though, I'm hotter than cores Solar Plexus I'm lying alone listen to me raw Boss [Verse 3: Rokamouth] Load up the chopper pop a rocker here to stop you from blocking my chakaras Spitting sizzling hot lava so proper I'm heating the shotters to knock you quicker than coppers And pull off all of my partners nothing new katanas we have it all What you want it already it count it plummet your stomachs Won't even run over love it We been gun thuggin' f** buzzin' We straight muggin' upon tracks Fall back you wack attacks ain't rap You piece of crap, rap motherf**ins done forgot how to act