CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Strange Timez
Ay, sorry for the hold up Blezzed
Like Jack hit the road and got more depressed
I did show after show and got a load of stress
And had to unload it like every time I had to load up tecs
I went broke, made sales, Motorola flex
Couldn’t afford a breakfast to a bowl of Chex
And boatload of hoes fanning like Dakota, yep
But now my chain shining, looking hella solar-plexus
Anybody think I’m loosing, they be so correct
But Imma come and get it back because owe a debt
I go collect and I ain’t talking phones unless
phoney, I’m so direct
F**k a sixteen, get a .44 for threat
She pose but both your arms will be over chest
And I come to your wake like, are you woke or dead
And hit you dead in your sh*t, like open chest
I’m sicker than the corona mixed with ebola, bet
You wouldn’t wanna have a problem, my soul a vet
And I ain’t talkin bout the drop top foreign yet
But I put your dogs down, yeah I’m so a vet
That’s why I’m through the bullsh*t, I could be so upset
Cause I’m a ticking time bomb
With the wicked N9ne one
Frk-frk mind drum
When I spit a rhyme y’all like: „Iso, why you haven’t blow up yet?“
And if you sleeping on me, rest in peace, bro you dead
On my lap is a resting piece, holding leg
Insomnia, I can’t even rest, I need to go to bed
But ain’t no rest for the wicked my homie said
In 2020 did a number, oh my god it was a bummer
Couldn’t tour over the summer, rip and Kobe’s dead
It’s f**ked up though, yeah, like the cut throat
But I gotta think about it, I made it
Iso is blessed, real sh*t
[Verse 2: Blezzed]
Like Jack hit the road and got more depressed
I did show after show and got a load of stress
And had to unload it like every time I had to load up tecs
I went broke, made sales, Motorola flex
Couldn’t afford a breakfast to a bowl of Chex
And boatload of hoes fanning like Dakota, yep
But now my chain shining, looking hella solar-plexus
Anybody think I’m loosing, they be so correct
But Imma come and get it back because owe a debt
I go collect and I ain’t talking phones unless
phoney, I’m so direct
F**k a sixteen, get a .44 for threat
She pose but both your arms will be over chest
And I come to your wake like, are you woke or dead
And hit you dead in your sh*t, like open chest
I’m sicker than the corona mixed with ebola, bet
You wouldn’t wanna have a problem, my soul a vet
And I ain’t talkin bout the drop top foreign yet
But I put your dogs down, yeah I’m so a vet
That’s why I’m through the bullsh*t, I could be so upset
Cause I’m a ticking time bomb
With the wicked N9ne one
Frk-frk mind drum
When I spit a rhyme y’all like: „Iso, why you haven’t blow up yet?“
And if you sleeping on me, rest in peace, bro you dead
On my lap is a resting piece, holding leg
Insomnia, I can’t even rest, I need to go to bed
But ain’t no rest for the wicked my homie said
In 2020 did a number, oh my god it was a bummer
Couldn’t tour over the summer, rip and Kobe’s dead
It’s f**ked up though, yeah, like the cut throat
But I gotta think about it, I made it
Iso is blessed, real sh*t
[Verse 2: Blezzed]
