Optimustik Never Hit The Ground текст песни, слова песни Never Hit The Ground Optimustik & J. Cole
Optimustik - Never Hit The Ground
feat. J. Cole
I run tracks till I pull my thigh muscle
It's like I was designed by apple cause iHustle
You make no sence like dry puddles
That's prolly the reason they hatin my hustle
N it's suddle
How they under my buckle
And think they're actually higher than rapunzel
Naa... just feel bro
N bump this till you have no ear lobes
Hear slow cause the rythm break ya ear phones
Soooo keep a clear note
Cause I'm better than the average
Ya'll had her in a state with no skill but good fashion shit
I'm talkin bout hip hop n not havin it's
Abdomins
It's cause ya'll don't run tracks what's happenin
I have to win
There's more skill than the industry in my cabinet
That's some fagget shit
[Verse 2:]
Haters try to bring me down...
Knock me off n I'm a land on a cloud
I'm in a hate relation ship with the ground
Never felt each other cause I'm too far right now
You could'ntsee me witta sniper scope
When I record I put roses on the microphone
Rest in peace
I rap tied down n leashed
Cause to the humanbeings I'm a fuckin beast
Just count on me like a number son
Cause I'll give it up like when a chick pucker up
You think you tough?
Like whata onion does...
I'll peel you and break down in tears you thug
Sike I'll never waste one inch of a liquid
Especially for these faggets that keep bitchin
Ya'll fiction harry potter essays
N I gotta ghostwriter... my membrain
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