Lyrics lettuce - Cole Benzo, nadiak

lettuce

Shoveling dirt she barely breathing but
What is the word how are you feeling
I’m barely eating so much on my plate
I am not peachy but still seeming great
And it seems everything that I’m doing is wrong
Figure it out or I ain’t living long
Manage my mind to composite the songs
Gotta make my mark with my time before it’s
Gone, goddamn where the plans at
Gotta feed all of my man’s till the man’s fat
Keep the .40 so tucked in a fan pack
If you think you’re spitting crack boi get back
Do not come around here bouta look lost
Prolly be embarrassed from the rhymes in your book huh
Hit me with your link I ain’t ever gonna look dog
Never wastin' time on the dudes who be shook
All day been asleep no way
Keep myself up and I crash so late
I be so strange you come my way and then
Exit on different pages ay
Inquire what’s the latest
All my peers is still the lamest boi
Smugly so complacent cause hoes know I spit the flamest boi
Referred to as a cold menace
Be careful choosing that sentence boi
I need my limbs to be freshest
I got severed heads and no lettuce
And it’s all right to be demented
These edgy kids pretending
I can’t care for no one I meant it
Got your mama sorely lamenting
Cause I acquired bullets incendiary
Play cat and mouse like it’s Tom and Jerry
Boi pay your dues I don’t slay vicarious
Take a peek and my core is nefarious
Paired with the trait that my mind is precarious
Slink through the shadows I’m staying mysterious
Crushing they skull to get poppin' like Mary is
Countenance cuando I’m slayings hilarious
Woah, blood always staining the floor
Yo, I cop you them bottles for low
Ay, stealthily stay on my toes
Yuh, furtively stay on the low
Thumb check they lump sum’s, ay
Hit the lick I don’t run, yuh
Fuck respect I tote guns, ay
Finesse the diff from these chumps, yuh