Song: BLKPRNTS
Artist:  Slxdio
Year: 2021
Viewed: 4 - Published at: 5 years ago

[Prod. by Waterwhip]

[Verse]
From all of us who lack
It’s looking like opulence traps

Attracted by thinking “I have opps” is on attack
But that’s my judgement just re-contorting the facts

Cutting my stomach - the equivalent is dash
Neat as f- at that
Gentleman, in tact
Whiskey in a glass

The last thing you’ll catch me doing - is slack
The last thing you’ll see me do - is resenting black

Coming packed from the pitch equivalent to bats

Niggas talk, all I heard was scats
Trending under mumble raps
Under the rubble I was found relaxed

Subtle waters with treacherous floors
I’m decorated from assorted wars with myself

Still have two left feet left
In a dance with the merchant of death
I cannot reset
Instead I kept moving with the speed
Of a ravenous lion

Our black lives wanting seats
At blood-stained tables what a terrible time:

God’s blueprints now in the hands of Shaitan’s design

( Slxdio )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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