Nosebleeds - Pino

Yeah…

I’m rapping on type-beats, make rappers want fight me

They can’t fill a small show while I fill the nosebleeds

They want smoke, they want beef

Oh word, let’s go please

I pull up, start shooting like I am the police

I pull up, I run and I go with the strap

I come from a town where they think they can rap

They really just pussy like gathering cats

I’m really working bro, I get to my bag

I’m in my Birkin though I been living sad

Some people went and turned they back on the kid

Then come back around when I got it to give

C’mon bro, don’t you know btter than this?

Like I nevr had no one, I never had help

No I never had nothing, just me and myself

It was me and my phone in the back of the car

I was rapping all day tryna go really far

I ain’t made it yet but I want it bad

So I’ma run this game like a running back

And when I’m in a hearse I’ll need a hundred racks

And when they hear the verse they’ll say run it back

Bury me where my family’s at

Headstone say the king of rap

I ain’t made it yet but I will in fact

I’ma make it there with my name intact

And I got a glock with a beam attached

That’s for anyone who’s tryna stab my back

But I don’t kill for shit unless I love it bad

Like my girl and music bro and that’s a fact

I’m rapping on type-beats, make rappers want fight me

They can’t fill a small show while I fill the nosebleeds

They want smoke, they want beef

Oh word, let’s go please

I pull up, start shooting like I am the police

Okay, we been topping shit

And just to get off topic but shit, ain’t nothing stopping this

I’m honestly left optionless

Regardless go the hardest, I’m like Billy from Departed

Close to me but I’m the farthest from the bullshit you can see

Now we on stage, used to be in nosebleeds

Gripping grain, listen to name, I could never change

They all fold, I will never know, I will never know

Ice cold running through my veins, running through my veins

They be talking like Drake, shit, nothing was the same

If you reading it’s too late, roll the tape

Isolate everyday inside my crib

I’m just working on the biz

Shit is what it is, is what it is, uh

It is what it is, it was what it was

I’m taking this game and I don’t give a fuck

I’m stacking my dollars, I’m counting my profit

They never could stop it, it’s never enough

I got checks with commas, they calling my bluff

Was in nosebleeds then I said «bitch, please»

Now I’m on stage and they all know me

They know the name and they know I’m paid

Profits to get made, to get paid

I unleash the beast I hop out the cage

Untamed, go crazy but they basic

Plastic, all fake shit

They always gotta say shit

High in the sky and then I crash into an A6

Fuck making a list I only want payments

All I see are blue faces or two faces

It’s history in the making so I made it

Uncharted, go the hardest regardless

When I’m done with the beat, Rest In Peace, it’s departed

Charged up while I’m charging

Like Wayne, Mr. Carter, I’m a Martian