Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In the Paint , by - O.C.. Song from the album Same Moon Same Sun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In the Paint |
| Uh, yeah, we in the paint |
| Gage, Bars |
| Boxing niggas out |
| Uh, shooting them three points all day |
| The chef’s in the kitchen |
| The washer automatic to do dishes |
| No secrets here for some who’s suspicious |
| It’s live when y’all film it |
| With me and my comrades in the building |
| We’ve earnt that spot for top billing |
| Sky’s the limit, there’s no ceilings |
| When it’s call for a celebration |
| Let that pain pour from uncorked bottles |
| Got them mami’s frisky |
| On sapphire gin, shots are no joke |
| Got my insides hot |
| I’m locked in, this is way beyond beats and bars |
| This here’s ours and them stars |
| From the musical, showcased at the Gershwin theatre |
| Real life happens around us, prepare us all for the unknown |
| I read between sideways slick talk and sarcastic undertones |
| Like when the summer’s gone |
| And when the winter come |
| The cold steel spark a flame when I lift that *gun* |
| Show hit my line, told me it was go time |
| Putting my foot in these niggas ass as I show mine |
| Your bro fine, I got the glow slime |
| Flow wise I’m on my own time, fuck a nigga co-sign |
| If it wasn’t for this music |
| No telling where I would be today |
| Was birthed into this |
| So take a sample it’s in my DNA |
| Missed the call but right on time, despite a brief delay |
| That boy be going hard in the paint, plus he can sink the J |
| Whether it’s in front or behind the arc |
| Whenever I decide to spark |
| Press the button I’m 'bout to line 'em park |
| First guy to start then it’s lines of chalk |
| My lines are sharp, lion heart |
| Godly stroke with the pen designing art |
| He raised the bar to a higher mark |
| Genetic strand show you that this man |
| Is cut from a different design of cloth |
| Quiet but once the mic is on is when I decide to talk |
| Designed your loss, now take it nigga I’m signing off |
| It’s more than bars |
| Any time I tell you something it’s power |
| Chase the bag |
| Don’t get distracted by fucking with cowards |
| I never lose my train of thought |
| You know this game is ours |
| I put in overtime |
| I’m way beyond the forty hours |
| Diggin in the crate again |
| Watch these niggas hate again |
| Said it wasn’t time |
| I guess it was, you probably late again |
| Looking at my plate |
| I know you starving, we just ate again |
| Treat it like the lotto |
| 'Cos my motto is I play to win |
| Your paper thin |
| If you ain’t talking paper you can save it then |
| All I needed was my foot in the door |
| So I could make it in |
| All these strangers acting like we friends |
| I guess I made it then |
| Here we go, here them niggas go |
| They being fake again |
| I just gave 'em shopping |
| I just went and bought some BAPE again |
| That sweater with the ape again |
| I’m 'bout to put out a tape again |
| Bronx niggas with large figures |
| It’s all niggas pulling all triggers |
| We calm hitters they can’t get us |