Spectre

By Rey Morado

On Sour

Released on March 15, 2018

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[Chorus]

Mind gone, 'spect the king when I walk through

Off the green, Spectre lean, I won't talk to

Anything if Ion want too, prolly scorch the scene if ever yappin' my tonsils

Yeaye Yeaye

It be back to square after pay day, Ima pay it off I might just be a day late

Know I need that pay raise, fuck what they say

They gone hate us in our heyday, yeaye yeaye

Mind gone, 'spect the king when I walk through

Off the green, Spectre lean, I won't, shi-


[Verse]

Hol up who be this digit hittin' my line, prolly a bill I'm late on time

Ain't got no time, tryna see a billi, or pay all the billys, morph my heart to villain

Pressure got me with the scatter vision, Erik Killmonger how I burn the village

Pill popper never, but a menace, back and forth from the plug like we playin tennis

Back and forth from the plug like the cord short, normal life is just a bore bore

News shoutin its a world war, shit I used to knock on yo door door

Now we just breakin' them doors down, I need more pounds when I step to plate

I need more time, finna bust the gate, free alla my niggas we fin escape

This that underground

So you can liken me Harriett, know that niggas be Judas Iscariot

Just to get ride in the chariot, don't get burned by the fire

Know that my girl be badder than my tires, I'm tired of niggas sayin that they tryin', I ain't buyin

I feel caught up in like eight binds, smoke a double o seven I'm James Bond

If it's a triple double I be Rey Allen with the Riddle C

Apple, vanilla, plain E&J I ain't got the pocket for the Hennessey

Hit humongous I be off my fit, Nimble off nimbus forgettin shit

Adjust with the drive, stick-a-shift, won't sign a dotted line for fifth of cent

Need half a verse I need twice a grip. I look like Barack? So fuck the politics

Ion like Ciroc, hit the brown again. If I'm performin I'm fucked uuup

In public don't swarm me I'm anti, fuck the riff raff and the caw caw

Most these niggas yap bout the blah blah, I'm just self 'ware like a Rasta

I can smell smell the impostor, you be food here, 'sghetti pasta

No Guisseppes, sweatpant'd monsta, mind gone only bout the mantra

Mane lookin' like a pantha, strip 'way any that accost us

Get paid pennies on the dolla, get pay raise I'ma holla like

Lalalalala, pajama pants at the Met Gala like

Fafafafafa make the chopper dance from Impala, kill these niggas softly

When I take over a bit Ghaddafi

Dead man walkin never, in jalopy

Cold blooded goin through a slick lobotomy, just get up off me, just get up off me


[Corus]

Mind gone, 'spect the king when I walk through

Off the green, Spectre lean, I won't talk to

Anything if Ion want too, prolly scorch the scene if ever yappin' my tonsils

Yeaye Yeaye

It be back to square after pay day, Ima pay it off I might just be a day late

Know I need that pay raise, fuck what they say

They gone hate us in our heyday, yeaye yeaye

Mind gone, 'spect the king when I walk through

Off the green, Spectre lean, I won't, shi-