Henry L.O. & Monday Night - Drop a Pin
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{Verse 1: 3wayslim}
Uh word yo uh look yo
Police record you like it’s TiVo
Sippin Pinot Grigio, what you need me for ain’t what you seen before
If it ain’t bout a C note need a remote
To channel my pain, I’m barely balanced I got tossed in the flames
My ups and downs is parallel how it all go the same way
I’m off Hays, sipping (?...) doubt had a crossfade
The (?...) and Brooklyn plug met at the barclays
I’m shark made, don’t play, not a park day
I’m breaking my heart staying around lames
I’m airborne not a ground game
Drop bombs, get the crowd slayed
Send me back to my wild days
Just stay in the child place
Imma rock like guitar cases, came up from a dark place
Just give me my space
I cut your nеck like the deck of a acе
You could wait but lose your chance you better cancel the face
Supreme being you 85%, I tried to relate
I tried to relate
{Verse 2: Monday Night}
Yo in the back I pack a trey five into that
I’m like Shaq from the baseline
I shattered the glass, you face time, we into that
Nah, we ending that
Can’t get me back, nah I’m sittin back
Stop getting mad, I ain’t gettin back so back off, now picture that
Carhartt vest with the fishing hat, I’m M.I.A
I’m missing in action screaming “kumbaya”, (?...) missing attachments
Ion listen to words only fractions, I’m understanding
No gun in hand, niggas (?...)
You run a four five that’s outstanding
Like where you been you drop a pin nigga, we outstanding
Where you been, so much trees and wood we put camping
Like who is them, you cop a plea, you good ain't gotta stamp him
Like I know this nigga
Like I know this nigga
Nah for real I really know this nigga
{Verse 3: Henry L.O.}
All I hear is gimme gimme
Many safes filled with pennies
Make enough to never work for them and keep on living simply
Feeding family, feeling picky
Living fast and moving risky
Running with the tank on empty hoping my ancestors hear me
Coping with the fucking fact feeling deceived
Im at ease i feel your presence and it give me relief
I’m still sensing tension, I hide my past like (?...)
Suppress depression with counting blessings and hard decisions
It’s just a part of the bill, I’m awkwardly still
My cousin hurtin nigga stressing the bills
My momma need support enduring pain instead of just speaking on it
Sneaky moment, s‘posed to be ballin but we would play them corners
I’m just speaking enough I piece my shit in pieces
Match the volumes my nigga, it’s no need for screaming
I’m still keen and my partners packing them bags like Keenan
It’s closed curtains for niggas, I’m your host this evening
{Verse 1: 3wayslim}
Uh word yo uh look yo
Police record you like it’s TiVo
Sippin Pinot Grigio, what you need me for ain’t what you seen before
If it ain’t bout a C note need a remote
To channel my pain, I’m barely balanced I got tossed in the flames
My ups and downs is parallel how it all go the same way
I’m off Hays, sipping (?...) doubt had a crossfade
The (?...) and Brooklyn plug met at the barclays
I’m shark made, don’t play, not a park day
I’m breaking my heart staying around lames
I’m airborne not a ground game
Drop bombs, get the crowd slayed
Send me back to my wild days
Just stay in the child place
Imma rock like guitar cases, came up from a dark place
Just give me my space
I cut your nеck like the deck of a acе
You could wait but lose your chance you better cancel the face
Supreme being you 85%, I tried to relate
I tried to relate
{Verse 2: Monday Night}
Yo in the back I pack a trey five into that
I’m like Shaq from the baseline
I shattered the glass, you face time, we into that
Nah, we ending that
Can’t get me back, nah I’m sittin back
Stop getting mad, I ain’t gettin back so back off, now picture that
Carhartt vest with the fishing hat, I’m M.I.A
I’m missing in action screaming “kumbaya”, (?...) missing attachments
Ion listen to words only fractions, I’m understanding
No gun in hand, niggas (?...)
You run a four five that’s outstanding
Like where you been you drop a pin nigga, we outstanding
Where you been, so much trees and wood we put camping
Like who is them, you cop a plea, you good ain't gotta stamp him
Like I know this nigga
Like I know this nigga
Nah for real I really know this nigga
{Verse 3: Henry L.O.}
All I hear is gimme gimme
Many safes filled with pennies
Make enough to never work for them and keep on living simply
Feeding family, feeling picky
Living fast and moving risky
Running with the tank on empty hoping my ancestors hear me
Coping with the fucking fact feeling deceived
Im at ease i feel your presence and it give me relief
I’m still sensing tension, I hide my past like (?...)
Suppress depression with counting blessings and hard decisions
It’s just a part of the bill, I’m awkwardly still
My cousin hurtin nigga stressing the bills
My momma need support enduring pain instead of just speaking on it
Sneaky moment, s‘posed to be ballin but we would play them corners
I’m just speaking enough I piece my shit in pieces
Match the volumes my nigga, it’s no need for screaming
I’m still keen and my partners packing them bags like Keenan
It’s closed curtains for niggas, I’m your host this evening
