Matilda - Zelooperz

Pray more, say less

All that talking made me depressed

You was stressed but never rocked no Payless

I had shakes from the crips to the shoes

Show you better than I can tell you

First pass the 'wood down like a heirloom

And I went through 'em bare-boo

lets face it

shot my 'unc in his face

Tryna make sure that his family ate

He used to paint portraits in the 'pen

See him for a month, he go right back in

I always knew what it would take

Get rich or die trying on the way

This shit remind me of Matilda

Tryna be that fat boy with the cake

Gluttony, tryna rupture me

Trying to get in my head, but they can’t fuck with me

I get passed, cuz the past stuck with me

Reaper come for me, but ain’t nobody come for me

I got more to do, nothing left to say

Silence keep me company cuz we relate

When I close my eyes, when I feel sane

Used to have these dreams, but now they feel the same

She gon' dog a nigga like I deserve it

I just do her dirt, cuz she worth it

Leave it scaled down filled up fortune

That other side still haven’t split they portions

I know cuz I see it with my third eye

And I spend that money like a turbine

Roullette gon' keep the tables turning

They gon' bet they last on my trick dice

I just take the chance, cuz they aiming for a bullseye

And my view looking like a bird’s eye

Fuck all that hoorah

I’m only here to do ya

I send you to your ruler

too high

Thought you had me for a millisecond

That shit is not effective

You boys is not eclectic

Tryna kill me you gon' need reflection

Vampire in the mirror, empty like my semi

Gluttony, tryna rupture me

Trying to get in my head, but they can’t fuck with me

I get passed, cuz the past stuck with me

Reaper come for me, but ain’t nobody come for me

I got more to do, nothing left to say

Silence keep me company cuz we relate

When I close my eyes, when I feel sane

Used to have these dreams, but now they feel the same

Christian, but she still ain’t shit

You gon' wait for that pussy, but her brain ain’t hit

Imma fuck her mind, till that pain ain’t there

Imma let that sit, till the flame ain’t there

Listen, fuck a rock on a wrist

Can’t rock like this if your blood ain’t thick

Bitches think I’m dying like them

Till I jump off a building and I fly up out of there

Distance, I can’t die like them

Don’t get high like them

I get fried like fish

Concentrate my hits

Can’t avoid my bitch

Don’t rock skinny jeans

Cuz the Glock don’t fit

I am not like them

I don’t stop like them

I need drugs in the hood

I am not like them

I don’t stop like them

I need drugs for a hug