Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Public, artist - Ay EmDate of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Public |
| I’m causin' a moshpit |
| I’m still jokin' in public |
| Go get a re-up and drop hits |
| I cannot be watchin' the clock tick |
| For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route |
| Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong |
| But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now |
| I’m just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial |
| Didn’t learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle |
| Straight facts |
| Hatin' when they ask for a ticket in that straight cash |
| Was runnin' kind of late, I had to put it in the waist bag |
| Meet me in the corner, I’ll be waitin' by the grey van |
| Got a new shawty that I’m linkin' on the way back |
| I swear she comin' different, she be something I can gaze at |
| But love is like tryna find a needle in the haystack |
| She know when she around me I just tan it like a spraytan, tan, tan, tan |
| Well, I’m too sick, lately, I’m too slick |
| They be like, «You stupid,» when they all stupid |
| Stay around some shooters, innit, I group with |
| Stay away some loose lips, innit, they sink ships |
| Lately, I’m only tryna write all of my rhymes (I'm only tryna write) |
| Leave a message and I’ll hit you back tomorrow |
| I kickback, spin it, I smoke my spinach |
| I might go be near that main stage |
| I’m causin' a moshpit |
| I’m still jokin' in public |
| Go get a re-up and drop hits |
| I cannot be watchin' the clock tick |
| For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route |
| Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong |
| But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now |
| I’m just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial |
| Didn’t learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle |
| Always on the faster lap, grew up with no father, ahk |
| My booze and my knife and my prayer were my starter pack |
| I was watchin' Art Attack when Nanny had a heart attack |
| I think that’s why I’ve always picked my fights with a larger man |
| Look at what the summer did, look at what the summer done |
| Took away my brothers young, I’m feelin' for my brothers' mum |
| All becuh' your brother try ride, have your brother rubbed |
| If my brother’s gonna face time, got my brother’s son |
| My mind do suffer, my life too gutter |
| I copped the Max Gucci in my Nike shoes, runner |
| I miss my gunner, they miss few summers |
| He step out on his own and his knife, two brothers |
| Knife, few hammers, I choose choppers |
| Then I shoot copper, define you squatter (Uh) |
| Shit, if the music dead, then I’m croppin' it |
| First time I seen a brother dead, I learned from it |
| I’m causin' a moshpit |
| I’m still jokin' in public |
| Go get a re-up and drop hits |
| I cannot be watchin' the clock tick |
| For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route |
| Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong |
| But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now |
| I’m just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial |
| Didn’t learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle |