Lyrics Pirouette - Steel Tipped Dove, Shirt

Pirouette

Made it to 2020, nigga
Uh, uh, yeah
That clip of me flying is photoshopped
Went silent, 'cause I’ma nigga who talk allot
I need more than sounding good, I need the info on it
Smile with the dimple on it, crow’s feet
I need the real thing
Swim, play, the eels don’t sting
He dropped the new shit, that’s a seal the deal thing
Look at the building
They build museums out the same cement they build jails
Fly since the gilded age, feather tails
Who you got better, your comparison pales
But SHIRT, what’s gon' happen if it fails?
Fuckboy in a thousand dollar
Like they btter than me, baby, wher at?, where at?
barrette, she had the Gucci with the slant
Hot, spend the day thinking when the sneaker meets the paint
It’s a bidness, kid SHIRT with the bidness
Run me a check, ain’t have my money here yet
Matter fact, run my silhouette
And tell me, have you ever seen a rapper pirouette?
Ah, what’s my fear, what?
You alive, we’re in luck
Four corners, every color honest
Everyone and all this
I study language over international waters
Came away from disrespecting daughters
In the back of the traumas
Capitalist money drip blood, Daddy Warbucks
Run the Twitter with beef
Fuckboy
I’m not seduced by your attractive offers
I’m not swayed by attractive offers
I’m not fazed by the fascist carcass
How you hate SHIRT, you don’t like raps with no cars?
Gang fuck em regardless
Born guilty, beat the charges
Run up in your office
I wanna talk to your smartest
Cop blunts, do what I want, say how I feel
Put some money on your head, keep plannin', I will
See me out, my shorty know I’m payin' more than the bill
I’m only alive 'cause I paid attention
Bob your head, don’t fail your senses
Scale the fences, ah