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• Artiste: Erick the Architect
• Titre: Denise's Last Son
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Frequent or it's foreign genius Premature, born anemic but I rose a phoenix Jah freed me from a fetus Though you keep a secret, I aint preaching, but you buy allegiance I aint tryna teach it, we just follow suit So I'm stepping in Bottega right before I hit that booth I got movies, interludes, you aloof when in the Louvre I'm acting loopy, you confused, I'm in Paris drinking too, nigga 2013 was in the dollar van with you nigga! This another one, Denise's lasting son Shopping carts in the hood, were like cars, where we're from I got involved in sipping rum, my whole block was on 1 Was a kid and seen Fredro Starr on the block one time Way before the Lanvin, I got guap in Jordan While flapping these gums, hittingJapanese jawns Sit-back and reform, getting stacks to pre-form cll the backs I leaned on, yeah we that, we re-born, re-born Drinking with my wiz Never run with your mouth you think unless its relative Still embellishing, intelligence, I always did Fuck what other people say, you can protect your kids Unconditional the love is real with blemishes Had to my dread my head, a hat to match my melanin Kurt Vonnegut with harsh intent, won't share my pen I'm in my element, I swear to God I always been Ok I walk like this Mobbing out in Paris, France Sharper than a razors edge (That's Denise's last son) I'm drinking red Mobbing out in Paris, France Momma said protect your kids (That's Denise's last son) Generating bread, the hustle made me hang my head Swerving drunk Im tryna escape the Razors Edge I'm off the meds Tryna push me off the ledge, I'm tired of playing Simon Says Got some drama with me, it get sticky, when it's time for this crthur Fist, drama find me here, bag is Damier Bigger coats, and they wanting bigger smoke, this time of year Every summer, drama find me with, my conglomerate Until we push the prime I'm praying to be tolerant Of the bullshitt Every time I have a thought I question even, if I say it Nowadays you make excuses for your music, but they play it Far as I'm concerned, the only nigga who that really say it Is the architect, create and charred the dialect The fire burning in my chest Had to find out what the ice bout, spent a couple on a set Jewelry wet, pussy wet Phony vibes is disconnect Was on my shit before we met So I aint really so impressed Spent whole summer stressed but something told me to invest How I'm feeling at the moment, at the bottom of them steps God smiling at me vexed, went through trauma to be best Explaining why I rap like I got 5 minutes left I try to dodge them cigarettes, man my uncle from the 'jects Man my mommas from the 'jects, so don't tell me I aint blessed With every fiber in my flesh, I try crying but I'm stressed Had to fly out to West but still we Giants on the Jets Ok I walk like this Mobbing out in Paris, France Sharper than a razors edge (That's Denise's last son) I'm drinking red Mobbing out in Paris, France Momma said protect your kids (That's Denise's last son)