Leopards (feat. Nosaj)

Armand Hammer

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    Gifted, but I ain’t give him Jack
    Turned Jehovah’s Witness on Christmas
    Hardened grifters give me dap
    Unscrewed the plates, left it parked up at Ditmas
    Covered in tickets with two flats
    You two faced dready I think different
    It’s more than a few ways to skin cats
    Pelts drape, drip dripping, we wore the skulls as a mask
    Took the boys to the forest
    Shared secret stories and cut ‘em fast
    It takes blood to be a man
    Blood in, blood on your hands
    Blood on the leaves, blood trails where they ran
    The gang's all here even if it ain’t a gang
    The cook pot bubble with fear and pain
    Bitter grains, the big man ate, but they could barely breathe
    Ashy Louis the Fourteenth, crocodiles and snakes
    At the masquerade, showing teeth
    Masticate, make no mistake, you in the mouth of the beast

    The savage in me, I can’t stop
    Y’all made me this way
    I'm too far gone to turn back now
    Ain’t a block, nigga, I can’t rock
    Streets raised me this way
    You know the vibe nigga, I can’t stop
    I said the savage in me, I can’t stop
    Y’all made me this way
    Too far gone to turn back now
    Ain’t a block, nigga, I can’t rock
    Streets raised me this way
    You know the vibe nigga, I can’t, I can’t stop

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    Hop out the hearse with the light feet, hyphy
    I drove in solo, scroll of the night breed, die free
    I dry my mobile, let me hold something in kind please
    I don’t own nothing, no instruction to find peace
    Come again, I bust and I was born in Flushing General
    Thoughts immaterial, boss what it really do?
    Fire dance upon the head of the anointed
    I ain’t have a choice, out the smoke came the voices
    I'm not your boyfriend, vistas, picnics, cloisters
    Black fist in moisture
    (Speaking of ash, you pack the last)
    I should’ve listened when they told me you wasn’t folk no more
    Siccing his white lawyers on your boy
    Season of the vic, cease and desist, real nigga, I think not
    I'm rehearsing for a world where you don’t exist
    If I'm being plainspoken, k-hole slump
    Under my sub slow-motion, doja boy turn token
    Just when you think niggas is on the level
    Performative rebel rhetoric, but the beat's incredible
    Fuck it, riddle me this, lay it to rest, wait for the hex
    I ain’t ask for you to talk to me nice
    But going silent when shit really ain’t right (Nah)
    Veteran dishonorable, vaginal discharge comical
    Stripe, strip
    Attitude don't reflect the actions type bitch
    I get my shit off when I wanna
    Without centering crack or psychosomatic disorder
    Who among us is not among us
    In the words of arierreF. P.A. r I'm seeing clearer

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    Composition: Elucid and Billy Woods

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