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Batman (Debra Owens)

#Black V* Brennan

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now my opps on a machine and they can’t live without it 
dropping dick off betty’s crib cuz she can’t live without it 
he said he goin push up on me well shit i really doubt it
said my roster 5 stars and then i pick around em
it aint ever been a question bitch ive been about it
say my name with some respect or shit i wont allow it
cross me once, Im in that field, and then I get to ploughing
pulling stunts and get him peeled, and now he look for housing

make a couple thousand on a bad day
chop take a nigga out said thats a the trash day
play with my money, you won’t live to meet me halfway
send the lesson home said thats a fucking class day
quiet moves, no announcing, im just the money counting
snow globe bouncin shit im moving mountains
racks falling out my pocket need a damn accountant  
said the bass hit so hard its fucking up surroundings

now my opps on a machine and they can’t live without it 
dropping dick off betty’s crib cuz she can’t live without it 
he said he goin push up on me well shit i really doubt it
said my roster 5 stars and then i pick around em
it aint ever been a question bitch ive been about it
say my name with some respect or shit i wont allow it
cross me once, Im in that field, and then I get to ploughing
pulling stunts and get him peeled, and now he look for housing

i cant live without my racks i know my opps dont feel me
if he not bready tryna work then why the hell he hit me?
im doing magic with the money shit i feel like timmy
my brother smoking icky vicky that shit really sticky
i keep the circle small around me cause im really picky
if u dont wanna ball around me are we really friendly?
u couldve made a play today but u were feeling lazy
im hopping on this plane ill hit u when im in your city
i went up like a spaceship yuh
heart on my sleeve like im naked yuh
ima still be me when the fame hit yuh
tryna hit this trickshot just like faze did yuh
everyday im really tryna make it yuh
i put work in even when im anxious yuh
me and zul twinning we related yuh
M to my bones i couldnt fake it yuh

now my opps on a machine and they can’t live without it 
dropping dick off betty’s crib cuz she can’t live without it 
he said he goin push up on me well shit i really doubt it
said my roster 5 stars and then i pick around em
it aint ever been a question bitch ive been about it
say my name with some respect or shit i wont allow it
cross me once, Im in that field, and then I get to ploughing
pulling stunts and get him peeled, and now he look for housing

now my opps on a machine and they can’t live without it 
dropping dick off betty’s crib cuz she can’t live without it 
he said he goin push up on me well shit i really doubt it
said my roster 5 stars and then i pick around em
it aint ever been a question bitch ive been about it
say my name with some respect or shit i wont allow it
cross me once, Im in that field, and then I get to ploughing
pulling stunts and get him peeled, and now he look for housing

without it + mental

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SZOOWv5SpE

“NO VACANCY”


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


They insecure, so they orbit my flame,
Try to siphon the glow, then they run from the name,
Talk big in a room but they brittle with shame,
Every smile got a debt, every favor a chain.
I seen wolves dress soft just to enter the yard,
Seen friends turn ghosts when the pressure got hard,
Everybody got a mouth when the distance is far,
But it’s quiet as a church when it’s face-to-the-heart.
I don’t need your opinions, I skate where it’s thin,
You sink in the crowd, I carve through the din,
You mirror who you with, I been locked in within,
You chase validation—I been chasing a sin.
Watch ‘em gloat in the daylight, rot in the dark,
You flex for the net, I bleed on the bars,
You addicted to posing, I’m addicted to scars,
I made hell feel like home, made survival an art.


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


You move off envy, I move off scars,
You want my shadow but not my wars,
You want the smoke but you cough on the draw,
You want the crown but you lost in the floors.
They get close just to measure the fall,
Try to map my ribs like a federal wall,
But you can’t GPS pain in a vault,
You can’t crack a spine that was sharpened to crawl.
You leech the vibe, then you act surprised,
When I cut your access and sever the ties,
You ain’t my blood, ain’t my breath, ain’t my tribe,
You just a craving with legs and a mouth full of lies.
They need a hero, they need a villain,
They need a target to feed their feelings,
I need silence and ceiling-high demons,
I pray in static, I sleep in static, I rise in static.


Everybody want access, nobody want weight,
Everybody want truth till it spits in their face,
Everybody want depth till they drown in the lake,
Now they reaching for rafts made of clout and escape.


Fake love at the door, I don’t answer, I don’t speak,
You vibrate too loud, I can hear the fuckin’ weak,
Everybody “solid” till the lights go bleak,
Now they fold, now they crack, now they beg, now they leak.
No vacancy in my soul or my space,
You wear faces like masks, all fear, no face,
You want my hell, not the work, not the pace—
Stay the fuck out my air, stay the fuck out my faith.


I don’t hate you—I see you, that’s worse,
You a mirror with thirst, you a curse in a verse,
You hang ‘round the fire but you scared of the burn,
So you warm your hands while I turn into dirt.

No Vacancy.

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Batman (Debra Owens)

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