SnowFlake Black – The Fence lyrics

Verse 1
Green like hot, unfolded bills
New like unsigned bills
But willing to get his motivation going
Motor starts ups
But wheels start turning in place
Like a car stuck in neutral
Burns rubber like fucking fat Chicks and catching drips
He acts sick
Walk around and play hot like he scorched the thermometer out his pocket
Ready for his wallet to get to talking
The daydreamer - hears a noise and then his focus is back to the paper he's
Scraping
No faking anymore, fuck the haters who play like
They heard you before.
Food for thought bought from other stores
And over-salted to try to give em a different taste
These are the same bitch-ass tricks who douse hot sauce on gourmet steaks
Never knew how to pay attention to authentic flavor
You all too - finicky
Trendy
Never look in deep
Now so the green thumb pinches one pen
To prepare you for deep, dense chasm
Grab a team just to search it

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Verse 2
It's like he's stuck behind the design of a fence
The metal tangles at angles to show how square
His area is - boxed in by the hottest idols
Everyone thinks they're really rivals with
Scoffs at the remarks they're twisty rhymes and loops'll lasso hits
Spittin’ average Imaginary freestyle battles up against fantastic symbols
Plastered on HD pixels
Knowing the years revolver around the fiscal
Financial principals that have segregated mouths that yell from mouths that
Sell
He's scared because he is compelled to never fail
Never compromise his rhymes, til his 10 cents is millions
Knows that weathered wisdom shapes the face of rhythm
Based within his faith, he scripts a page that states he'll mesh this music
Schism
Looking within himself to bring the wealth of flow,
Will it roll like a ride, defy the odds and fry any opponents, go on the
Fly
But the boy terrified
My god mercy, me

Verse 3
Try to keep change in pocket thinking we hold the worth in time
The show of shine is superfluous, usurps the worth of rhyme
Lyrics are weak, get meek when trying to beef against that crucial written
Cash flow
Asses get blown away like their salad's thrown
Wear and flair your glossy hair, so fair and graceful
Shining - stained silver -but your taste has been killed
From media heaters clicked to set its scope on young hopefuls
Cross-haired sighted light their dreams up - bled in holes holes
Hoes'll throw a couple duckets up and think they' re pimps
But still their keeper comes around makes sure he gets his
This is and always will be the role that you play he says
So bitch you better fly straight gays parade and switch and get me paid
All this n more can floors the boy
Makes him wonder if his writings blundered
Worlds changed, so close the fence from whence he came
Maybe he should be mushy, suck up accrue them figures
But he says that shits for pussies, fuck em ruin them niggas

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