Anonymous

By Grafh

On The Oracle 3

Released on March 6, 2020

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[Intro:]

*bark*

Green

*bark*

Yeah

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[Verse 1:]

I'm the real deal, you're proud to get stepped on

I'm the strong friend that provides, but is never checked on

Why? Cause my body Teflon

Suprised I was slept on, I'm violent cause I was bred wrong

Wilding, getting my wreck on

A vacation from this life would be nice

Rikers the only island we getting left on

Sirens, nooses covered in diamonds to hang my neck on, shining

Stove left on pilot, there's no jetter, no pilot

There's no bearing, no silence

My phone never go silent, I get my chef on, try it and get your des femmes

Riot or get stepped on, the nozzle of the tech drum is bout' the size of my left arm

Quiet nobody want it, your soul is gone, your body for sale but nobody bought it

Your wifey still throw the punani, nobody caught it

I can feel the spirits around me, my body haunted

Fresh to death and I'm Stalin,without a coffin I'm bout' it, without the talking I'm rowdy

Hope that it's obvious, these loads of common sense below the confidence

I'mma die with every secret I was told in confidence

I refuse to beef with a nigga with no accomplishments

We told to be honest, no one inauguras

You fool, my chopper loaded with condiments

Ya' boys ain't as hot, cold thermometers

In front of the cops, I go anonymous

We got it, come and get it from us

Fuck a Simon, tell the plug I need better numbers

I been cashing out for 11 summers

Forever hunger, bitch your boyfriend is jealous of us

We walk with the dead among us

This New York, where niggas die over money instead of colors

It's ugly, they more loyal as custies, instead of brothers and spongey, they'll never love us for real


[Hook:]

Streets never loved me back

Hugging the block, block never hugged me

Where the love at? (huh)

Where the love at? (huh)

Wassup

Streets never loved me back

Hugging the block, block never hugged me

Where the love at? (huh)

Where the love at? (huh)

Wassup, wassup