Wastin Time

MEET UP

tee_rexx_sad_days__type_beat.mp3

Steve's Loud

lyrics

Verse 1
sometime ago, using up my flow
niggas gettin scold, bet it up stay on hold, 
style jacked, pick a match, fried like a bolt 
words getting soaked, call it bloody rain
turnin steam into smoke


damn thats a pain, what you gain, flow stuck to a chain
what you claim x2, bars soundin real plain, let them know 
to attain, knowing what they use 
 for the fame 

did it click yet when they use it for they own 
did it mix yet, armed to the skin strong like a bone
did it hit yet, thats my voice or the tone

never use it right, better stay in the zone 

play the line, play the mind, lay to rest stay prone 
nigga shouldve known, like a rock like a stone,
admit what you steal, keep it real or its thrown
stay on beat x2  or its flown

is that my song, passed like a bong 
nevermind its off beat, never was i wrong
what it was never caught on,  miss a move like a pawn 
what i caught, was it not, something felt botched
was it really your song nevermind the thought, 
dont exist felt gone clogged like a knot 
con art aint the same left to rot 
damn you forgot, burnt like a pot 


lesson aint learned ,cant share a spot  
power feel surged,  small like a dot 
gettin on my nervers, breakin up the slot 
burried in dirt, is that what you fought 

Verse 2
got another burst, look n search
stealin some work, did it really work 
listen its worse, pray to a church 
feelin like a dad,  flow gettin murked 

even to the odds, art aint purged 
simple like oak, next to birch x2

damn they my clones, when saying stuff at a low
say it to mic, listen real close
even off beat, finna go ghost 
reaper like death, gun to the soul x5

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