Daggers - Gabe 'Nandez

Take the dagger out of my chest, faking my last breath

Breaking the glass, step on the bottle my last step

I’m at the brothel looking at pictures she had sent

I’m Aristotle look at the scriptures my hand send

Fuller than the throttle I’m macking at full speed

Pull up like the Ottomans on you I won’t leave

If they got a problem, tell ‘em I got a map

X on the dot, pull up, where I’m at

My flow, GPS, stole from the CVS

Got goals like I’m Maradona the road of a leery vet

Back on my bbs bitch act like you need me less

Strapped with a need for vengeance, clap at a greedy pest

I’m the best

I really do this you think you do cause you got clout

If I am Julius who is Brutus get knocked out

Charles Xavier coming at you with mind tricks

Outside doing pull ups, playing my shit

Outside of the bullet or inside it

A child cries, tulips, I hear sirens

Riding down past Utica with the pilot

Nine lives, one left so I’m wylin'

Make a dagger out of my breath

Fingers around the felt tip pen as I manifest

Figures around an endless den I could recollect

Triggers the sound of shells hit men as they try to step

Take the dagger out of my flesh

Throw it up on the banister rep my family crest

International ambassador on the Capitol steps

Permanent middle finger fuck with a capital f