Текст песни Monstrosity - Kwengface, Jungle

Monstrosity

I just hopped off the porch, big knife and a fork
In the streets tryna eat anything that can walk
I was black flagging from before I was 4
We just bully them boys, I ain't calling it war
I like my bitch short dress, french tips and no knickers
I like 'em lady-like and not up in my business
I like my — on back roads and not bearing a witness
Catch a yute on the mains, still probably —

OT spot eating egg McMuffin
Feel like the seaside, amount of pebs I'm bussing
Who's that in the alley, is that feds or something?
I'm a — link now, but I was renting somethings
Look, I need some patterns, yeah, I need a reciprocity
Need a whole empire, a whole monopoly
I got flows and these niggas wanna copy me
I'm polygamous, but my shawty wants monogamy

I woke up, runts got me feeling groggily
Jumped in the Benz and the steering wheel's mahogany
These hollow tips are a little monstrosity
Blow a bag and fuck up the economy

Do up your chest, no Robitussin
Choke the something
Blue phone in code or something
I just — up a yute and saw foam or something
Street life, nah, g, it ain't no joke or nothing
I took two breathes and I rose the something
I clapped the — and they took off running
Like ratings, yeah, I got that
Facilities
Niggas better know that I got —
Drop raps and I cop —
Then I lock that
Healthcare stuffing rocks inside of my socks, ahk
Feds on my tail, sport plus, then I lodge that
Rolling for the day, can't lie, she was gobsmacked

How many — have we purchased
Yeah
How many times did we test it in Burgess

You see I'm here
Sitting in my chair
Reminiscing 'bout my day, listening to Spare
That's no1
My — I had my own one
The big folks told me you never trust no one
From tiny rev to young blacks to jungle straight
I was young and I was gassed from a known estate
I — a nigga in the — that was '08
I — a nigga in the — and yes it felt great
And that's facts
Bro, I attacked
Before I had my — my — was all black
They can't lie
No code they deny
But it's true what they say: outta sight, outta mind
I guess I'm life'd off
Chilling with my lifers
Know me in the system, I'm a certified rider
Ask about Jungle, he a certified slicer
Until I'm home, free all my lifers

I woke up, runts got me feeling groggily
Jumped in the Benz and the steering wheel's mahogany
These hollow tips are a little monstrosity
Blow a bag and fuck up the economy