i. crack the code

By A.T.K. (US)

On BOUQUET

Released on April 25, 2021

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Who Knows where we going if the only ones controlling us is holding up the water turn Us all to dust

Pardon my manners, I ain't been famished

Doing damage, get the polls, start vaulting over

They know we jumping

We started pouring something

Sippin' the freeze

Ice Cold, Pot of Gold

Lucky Charming the beat

Kiddies gotta believe, so whatchu cooking to feed

I'm Michelin wit the pen, generation to feed

Oh yes

Colors out the box, we keep the brightest

Amazon shipping overnight is how he writing

Read the fine print, redefined how we fighting

Take the disrespect, nah never in the slightest

Niggas going ghost, oh man issa Poltergeist

Had to find the flow in my soul, yea I know it's Christ

Oh lord, this a Holy War

7 deadly Sins, we going in

Don't play no more

Please realize how we coming now

AP Status, watch we ain't gone dumb it down

They can't fathom all this that's going round

Way too cold, need Summertime to come around

(Sheesh)

That's cold

I know we boutta crack the code

Outta mind how we keep the foes

Opposite of clothes, we never going to fold

Come on and just, Step in-side the Oasis

Clear spring, palm trees

Soil land no pavement

No man can take from what we making

Prayin' hands made up for my disgraces (Thank You Lord!)

Shawty on my line tryna figure out if I should waste my time or just settle down and get Behind

Knowing that's it better down the line

Imma wait, conversate

Here's ya plate, I won't be ya side

Please realize how we coming now

AP Status, watch we ain't gone dumb it down

They can't fathom all this that's going round

Way too cold, need Summertime to come around

(Sheesh)

That's cold (That' s cold)

I know we boutta crack the code

Outta mind how we keep the foes

Opposite of clothes, we never going to fold

Look

The third time, know the best things come in 3's

Iron Chef writing, I sharpen lines like cutlery

You could say it luck, I know it's not don't play wit me

777, it's getting better

I got the Keys

They asking me, like whatchu tryna be

If I ain't the greatest, can't nobody take this art from me

Practice whatchu preach, 17 when he taught to me

Every since a kid knew the boy would be a prodigy

Hopping off the ship, got the clan on the Odyssey

Suit dripped out, ya armor won't be as hot as me

Yea it's swag in my talk, just know its self taught

I can flow on verses I own, when someone else bought

They whole (they whole) discography

The quality gone from the product and know it's wack to me

Folks I hit up long ago still don't get back to me

There's comedy in there somewhere but that's a tragedy

(Oh he going crazy!)

Yes sir