Potholes

POTHOLES

(VERSE 1)

Presidential martyr yeah I’m back in office, with Jack and this adderall it’s,

Back to brawlin’, come to yo city and I attack the tourists,

Jack the foreign, bump some gangsta shit with my favorite rappers on it,

Catch me storing, armor I walk like I was the mandalorian,

I don’t need nobody to drink I get to buzzin’ alone,

I’m tucking this chrome, then confiscating the drugs from ya home,

And I don’t discriminate, I’m taking every substance you own,

Narcotics, cannabis and even dietary supplements gone,

Because I’m selling it, the hell of it, the highness I love the smell of it,

Since 17 and ain’t been a time where I’ve been celibate,

Sex addicted, tits and a fat ass is my medicine,

And that shit might kill me, or throw me into a center with,

The addicts football and beer is the only thing that helps with it,

I’m selfish with the fact I don’t talk about it with relatives,

Any possibility of marriage to a bitch, I’ve fully neglected it,

One bitch ruined it, but fuck it the shit’s irrelevant,

(CHORUS)

From a city where you drive and the potholes lay,

And outside, you just might hear the ratata,

But I’m not gon die,

Cuz if I, get crossed, then the shots gon fly,

(VERSE 2)

It’s hard to get away with a murder,

I’m enraged with this Burner, destined to create the disturbance,

I’ve displayed all the worship for evil, not made for he churches,

Too many days where I’m cursin’ right at the babies it’s hurting,

Keep this out of your children’s consumption,

My music’s for spilling of blood and psychopaths down to just kill you for nothing,

Off of this whiskey from Dublin, rapper gon diss me he buggin,

Can switch up the subject cuz these pussies be giving me substance,

Stomp ya favorite rapper out, give me sumn to rap about,

I have my doubts but I know if it’s bout bars I’m lashin’ out,

Bring the scare tactics thereafter, take the scattered route,

This cranium gon pack the whole stadium, and cash it out,

Intolerant of garbage pails, I don’t fuck with y’all for real,

I might just take the Ye route, and fully fly off the rails,

I’m fighting claw and nails, to let you know this dark is real,

I’ll crawl in jail and teach him a lesson and put the paws on kellz,

(CHORUS)

From a city where you drive and the potholes lay,

And outside, you just might hear the ratata,

But I’m not gon die,

Cuz if I, get crossed, then the shots gon fly,