Put a hundred on my self, bet
Put 32 to these notes, that's Death
I got the Touch of Midas
Grab the key grab the KIA
Put on mileage
Jamaica's finest
A master at the phonics
Crafty with the pallet
Handy with the mallet
Smile, dollars in my wallet
I see the bag I grab it
Ain't see you later
Cause Bartelby ain't never seen this much paper
And since I'm clutch now
I'm tryna switch the game up
And this ain't touchdown
This hattricks
Listen up like airphones
Like Fedex
I pack shit
Rap shit
Like rat pac
These movies
Fed up with all this wack shit
I wack em all
I'm at they head, they call for Tylenol
And only time will tell
Who really balling
Or who kinda' ball
You get the message
And this teleprompter
I'm airborne I'm overheads like helicopters
I need a Ph.D. in flowing dawg
From all these fire bars I doctor
Woven in the good of hearts
I took my chances with these deck of cards
All aces
Never complacent
They never back me to shine
They could never be adjacent to mine
And what I say I mean
On this mic, I record
On this paper, I bleed
Said I can't feel the love so I'm writing for me
I just tryna' be happy I think the world call it greed
This how I kick it
Full steam until I'm finished
No television
Too busy watching wicked
They Pop up
Slide tackle
We got them ticket
The imagery be so vivid
And I'll be livid
If they ever caught me slipping
Gerrard
Demba Ba to these niggas
On Verandas in my slippers
Dem boy be some babies
They missing sitters
6 figures like Mesut
My palm be itching
I'm pitching my vision
Hope to get the right spot up in the system
Everything is bless, Copacetic
One move will leave the crowd frenetic
Think they need a medic
Shit be getting messy
Salad dropping and they asking how to dress it
Keep it going
I think this gas unleaded
And all the bullshit
I never fed it
Forget it
Like Santa I keep it merry
Got the spins, I feel like a Ferris
I keep it Real, like Betis
Always been a menace
Now we relish all the chances that we getting
Woven in the good of hearts
I took my chances with these deck of cards
All aces
Never complacent
They never back me to shine
They could never be adjacent to mine
And what I say I mean
On this mic, I record
On this paper, I bleed
Said I can't feel the love so I'm writing for me
I just wanna' be happy I think the world call it greed
Chase Soundz - The Scrivener Lyrics
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English
Put a hundred on my self, bet
Put 32 to these notes, that's Death
I got the Touch of Midas
Grab the key grab the KIA
Put on mileage
Jamaica's finest
A master at the phonics
Crafty with the pallet
Handy with the mallet
Smile, dollars in my wallet
I see the bag I grab it
Ain't see you later
Cause Bartelby ain't never seen this much paper
And since I'm clutch now
I'm tryna switch the game up
And this ain't touchdown
This hattricks
Listen up like airphones
Like Fedex
I pack shit
Rap shit
Like rat pac
These movies
Fed up with all this wack shit
I wack em all
I'm at they head, they call for Tylenol
And only time will tell
Who really balling
Or who kinda' ball
You get the message
And this teleprompter
I'm airborne I'm overheads like helicopters
I need a Ph.D. in flowing dawg
From all these fire bars I doctor
Woven in the good of hearts
I took my chances with these deck of cards
All aces
Never complacent
They never back me to shine
They could never be adjacent to mine
And what I say I mean
On this mic, I record
On this paper, I bleed
Said I can't feel the love so I'm writing for me
I just tryna' be happy I think the world call it greed
This how I kick it
Full steam until I'm finished
No television
Too busy watching wicked
They Pop up
Slide tackle
We got them ticket
The imagery be so vivid
And I'll be livid
If they ever caught me slipping
Gerrard
Demba Ba to these niggas
On Verandas in my slippers
Dem boy be some babies
They missing sitters
6 figures like Mesut
My palm be itching
I'm pitching my vision
Hope to get the right spot up in the system
Everything is bless, Copacetic
One move will leave the crowd frenetic
Think they need a medic
Shit be getting messy
Salad dropping and they asking how to dress it
Keep it going
I think this gas unleaded
And all the bullshit
I never fed it
Forget it
Like Santa I keep it merry
Got the spins, I feel like a Ferris
I keep it Real, like Betis
Always been a menace
Now we relish all the chances that we getting
Woven in the good of hearts
I took my chances with these deck of cards
All aces
Never complacent
They never back me to shine
They could never be adjacent to mine
And what I say I mean
On this mic, I record
On this paper, I bleed
Said I can't feel the love so I'm writing for me
I just wanna' be happy I think the world call it greed
Put 32 to these notes, that's Death
I got the Touch of Midas
Grab the key grab the KIA
Put on mileage
Jamaica's finest
A master at the phonics
Crafty with the pallet
Handy with the mallet
Smile, dollars in my wallet
I see the bag I grab it
Ain't see you later
Cause Bartelby ain't never seen this much paper
And since I'm clutch now
I'm tryna switch the game up
And this ain't touchdown
This hattricks
Listen up like airphones
Like Fedex
I pack shit
Rap shit
Like rat pac
These movies
Fed up with all this wack shit
I wack em all
I'm at they head, they call for Tylenol
And only time will tell
Who really balling
Or who kinda' ball
You get the message
And this teleprompter
I'm airborne I'm overheads like helicopters
I need a Ph.D. in flowing dawg
From all these fire bars I doctor
Woven in the good of hearts
I took my chances with these deck of cards
All aces
Never complacent
They never back me to shine
They could never be adjacent to mine
And what I say I mean
On this mic, I record
On this paper, I bleed
Said I can't feel the love so I'm writing for me
I just tryna' be happy I think the world call it greed
This how I kick it
Full steam until I'm finished
No television
Too busy watching wicked
They Pop up
Slide tackle
We got them ticket
The imagery be so vivid
And I'll be livid
If they ever caught me slipping
Gerrard
Demba Ba to these niggas
On Verandas in my slippers
Dem boy be some babies
They missing sitters
6 figures like Mesut
My palm be itching
I'm pitching my vision
Hope to get the right spot up in the system
Everything is bless, Copacetic
One move will leave the crowd frenetic
Think they need a medic
Shit be getting messy
Salad dropping and they asking how to dress it
Keep it going
I think this gas unleaded
And all the bullshit
I never fed it
Forget it
Like Santa I keep it merry
Got the spins, I feel like a Ferris
I keep it Real, like Betis
Always been a menace
Now we relish all the chances that we getting
Woven in the good of hearts
I took my chances with these deck of cards
All aces
Never complacent
They never back me to shine
They could never be adjacent to mine
And what I say I mean
On this mic, I record
On this paper, I bleed
Said I can't feel the love so I'm writing for me
I just wanna' be happy I think the world call it greed
Writer: Chase Gentles
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