Lyrics Dead Pool - A-Wax

Dead Pool

For the fame highest stain, heard these bullets burn like flames
On the troops he a goof, papers show that nigga boost
Fucked his main take his lil chain leave his ego bruised
On the dead Ru’s, pull up clutchin' two of em like dead pool
While in red too, we all on your head like dreads fool
Opposites attract I met this bitch who still in med school
From a mile out, like a book that’s how I read you
Yeah, you must think you hella smart who ain’t eatin' and who is it’s asy to
tell em apart
Make m come up out that water when he see me like a shark
On a pick with the streets more out of tune than guitars
How you be so hard and than change when you catch a charge?
Pressin' enemies like machines that be making bars
How I use to switch up this that’s the way I be changing cars
If you count up both my neck and my wrist it’s like 80 large
Met this square bitch and I accidentally corrupted her
Had this thot bitch that use to tell us where all the suckas were
Then she doubled back and pretended with them it wasn’t her
In and out the pen all the time it just made my mother hurt
Really had a name in these streets before I put an album out
Either you tryna deflect or you must be powdered out
I quit drinking henny and only be drunk on power now
Who you really were I can see it coming from mile to mile
On the gang he a lame, (sell your soul in 88??)
For the fame highest stain, heard these bullets burn like flames
On the troops he a goof, papers show that nigga boost
Fucked his main take his lil chain leave his ego bruised
On the dead Ru’s, pull up clutchin' two of em like dead pool
While in red too, we all on your head like dreads fool
Opposites attract I met this bitch who still in med school
From a mile out, like a book that’s how I read you
Yeah, you must think we hella dumb if you eatin' like you said wouldn’t be
tweakin' over crumbs
Elevated out but I still reach back to the slums
Don’t be movin' round me fast might think you reaching for a gun
If I had a wish I’d have my felonies expunged
Watchin' out for certain traits in people, jealousy is one
Came a long way but so far from what we’ve begun
Fuck his bitch, take his drip away we ain’t goin' for none
On the gang he a lame, (sell your soul in 88??)
For the fame highest stain, heard these bullets burn like flames
On the troops he a goof, papers show that nigga boost
Fucked his main take his lil chain leave his ego bruised
On the dead Ru’s, pull up clutchin' two of em like dead pool
While in red too, we all on your head like dreads foo
Opposites attract I met this bitch who still in med school
From a mile out, like a book thats how I read you