CH - Tiramisu

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[verse 1] Many niggas watch my steps Many women watch my moves Many wishes made like timmy turner, time that all of them came true Never catch me in a damn suit Moved to new york city like a sleuth Silly sickly niggas catchin' salmonella 'cause our beef undercooked Can't wait to expand, where the fans at? Cop a little benz, where the bands at? All the creatures that i fought in yesteryears, yeah, they came back Pretty nigga shiny white teeth, write rhymes in my sleep Right time, my time up next, never bound to a beat But i blast off rounds in the shit, ayy, ayy (okay, okay, okay, okay) Sparks when i speak, sharks in my sea Pardon my, precise in aim, and precise in speech I ain't slept in weeks, been out all damn day, been out all damn week Did i lose my keys? i did lose my faith, i did lose my way [chorus] Walk down the block Fear of god in my heart Nigga, soon i'mma pop And my shaking gon' get quicker Money blocking pain Yeah, i don’t see what’s wrong Tiramisu, tiramisu Bitter to me, sweeter for you Walk down the block Fear of god in my heart Nigga, soon i'mma pop And my shaking gon' get quicker Money blocking pain Yeah, i don’t see what’s wrong Tiramisu, tiramisu Bitter to me, sweeter for you (yeah) [verse 2] I say thanks to my pops, this shaking changing both my weight and my heart Is pacing hopin' yeah, i pray that it stops 'cause i feel like everybody got they eyes on me, eyes on c I spy one guy who's got anxiety, over shoulder Though he older, always check the driver seat when there's a rover And if i see a nigga with similar skin, bald head, yeah, i'm gunning him down Aim point blank range, bullets get released faster than antonio brown I make this art, y'all take this art, but what about the shit you don't see Throwing up in the back of the damn green room, but now i'm smelling on tv Wildin' on cd, wha-uh, wha-wha, uh wha-uh wha-wha Ayy, can't ya spe-eak? Heart on speedy, been in a dark place But all this pound cake, gon' make me feel free Well, at least man, yeah, i hope it does Yeah, money trees help me cope with somethin' If i’m twenty-three, with still shaky knees Well honestly, i won't make it, love [outro] Walk down the block Fear of god in my heart Nigga, soon i'mma pop And my shaking gon' get quicker Money blocking pain Yeah, i don’t see what’s wrong Tiramisu, tiramisu Bitter to me, sweeter for you Walk down the block Fear of god in my heart Nigga, soon i'mma pop And my shaking gon' get quicker Money blocking pain Yeah, i don’t see what’s wrong Tiramisu, tiramisu Bitter to me, sweeter for you Walk down the block Fear of god in my heart Nigga, soon i'mma pop And my shaking gon' get quicker Money blocking pain Yeah, i don’t see what’s wrong Tiramisu, tiramisu Bitter to me, sweeter for you Walk down the block Fear of god in my heart Nigga, soon i'mma pop And my shaking gon' get quicker Money blocking pain Yeah, i don’t see what’s wrong Tiramisu, tiramisu Bitter to me, sweeter for you
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