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Public Lyrics - Artist : Ay Em
(M-M-M-Mayan)
[Ay Em:] I'm causin' a moshpit I'm still jokin' in public Go get a re-up and drop hits I cannot be watchin' the clock tick For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now I'm just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial Didn't learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle Straight facts Hatin' when they ask for a ticket in that straight cash Was runnin' kind of late, I had to put it in the waist bag Meet me in the corner, I'll be waitin' by the grey van Got a new shawty that I'm linkin' on the way back I swear she comin' different, she be something I can gaze at But love is like tryna find a needle in the haystack She know when she around me I just tan it like a spraytan, tan, tan, tan Well, I'm too sick, lately, I'm too slick They be like, "You stupid," when they all stupid Stay around some shooters, innit, I group with Stay away some loose lips, innit, they sink ships Lately, I'm only tryna write all of my rhymes (I'm only tryna write) Leave a message and I'll hit you back tomorrow I kickback, spin it, I smoke my spinach I might go be near that main stage I'm causin' a moshpit I'm still jokin' in public Go get a re-up and drop hits I cannot be watchin' the clock tick For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now I'm just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial Didn't learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle [Ard Adz:] Always on the faster lap, grew up with no father, ahk My booze and my knife and my prayer were my starter pack I was watchin' Art Attack when Nanny had a heart attack I think that's why I've always picked my fights with a larger man Look at what the summer did, look at what the summer done Took away my brothers young, I'm feelin' for my brothers' mum All becuh' your brother try ride, have your brother rubbed If my brother's gonna face time, got my brother's son My mind do suffer, my life too gutter I copped the Max Gucci in my Nike shoes, runner I miss my gunner, they miss few summers He step out on his own and his knife, two brothers Knife, few hammers, I choose choppers Then I shoot copper, define you squatter (Uh) Shit, if the music dead, then I'm croppin' it First time I seen a brother dead, I learned from it [Ay Em:] I'm causin' a moshpit I'm still jokin' in public Go get a re-up and drop hits I cannot be watchin' the clock tick For the love of the lizzy, yeah, I had to re-route Let you commit and now they always tryna be wrong But they really forgot they comin' like the sea now I'm just prayin' I make the wad and broski beat trial Didn't learn it out of a book, I had to freestyle |
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