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[Verse 1:]
No type of friendly equals sibling. Y'all get hit for others
Nobody told these niggas they ain't supposed to pick they brothers. I I identify most with 'District'. I can't switch to color
Money, hoes, honor - I ain't have to pick a color
The come-up came from cutting losses hoe that's on my mother. Draw cross, and point to sky, then murder shit. That's on my brother
Hoe, you ain't never seen no target, huh? I see you looking
Icons bend backwards for status. Set the bar, but left it crooked
They hooked, and I'm captain hook-less
My eye make me funny-looking
So homogeneous, the body must come with a fucking booklet
This Russian judge pen on Pushkin. I wouldn't hate if it pays good
Troubleshoot the clique. Kill who you with, If I put sage to em. Oooh Don't touch that there when it's cooking. My ma gone be hot if I cook and don't put my foot in it
My daddy gone be proud. I do this to death, and I've shook shit
Not only made from the body. I take, and create the body
[Chorus:]
Awh sooky sooky
That level gain makin' em mad, but I'm bouta' push it
Either way is my way, and they laughed, but look how I took it
Same niggas bouta' be on my ass, huh? They lookin'
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"Ceramic" is a song by Marco (Oon) from the album Ultra, released in 2019.
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Bitch, why you lookin'?
Don't touch that there when it's cookin'(x4)
[Verse 2:]
Hand-molded because I broke it
I'm stupid with build impromptu. I started it
His queen need a hand - It's only a job for artisan
The masterpiece look like swung brushes & blotches - it's art in it. Looks boring, but lit than a bitch - It's Bob from Marketing
Bullshit just getting started - it's Markkanen
Took my homie Reggie. If G.I. wasn't going too far with it. Unfortunate and untimely reminds me who Marcus is
Between your mind and heartlessness - Bitch you goofy! Do you got it, or not?
I take two years, then I drop - All losses look nonexistent
Fuck responses, notoriety, especially friendship. Boy on my ma
Greet Frankie with open arms
Fake cocky, provoking karma
Pride taking blows through the armor. God
Know a nigga well. ("What you gonna do now?") Whatever I want to do, GOSH!! It's cool now
It's getting old. They tell me I'm actin new now
2010 Ye mood. A Monster. It's proof now..
[Chorus:]
Awh sooky sooky
That level gain makin' em mad, but I'm bouta' push it
Either way is my way, and they laughed, but look how I took it
Same niggas bouta' be on my ass, huh? They lookin'
Bitch, why you lookin'?
Don't touch that there when it's cookin'(x4)
[Verse 3:]
Finally see the surface
It is not more than what meets the surface
An Uneven surface - and even then, I succeed the surface
Y'all endorsing what's beneath the surface
Bitch nigga, that defeats the purpose
Lupe's 'Stronger' is stronger than Ye's. Now that's impossible
No metaphors. It's impossible
Threatening nature. Peaceful behavior
Ooh he blacker than a mothafucka
If it ain't black, its probably wacker than a mothafucka
Fully groom a nape. Blurry doing fades
My fooly will do a trace
Then he gone do the race
Stressing over delivery. Making sure this shit gets to you, gets to me
I can't help you simple to how I express the same fucking issues
You ain't stupid. This just convoluted
Rule is: You can't apply lesson, you ain't no student
(Pussy is knowledge?)
Imagine if she read your mind ahead of time
She gone play shy. That's that Netflix and never mind
Pussy process no different
Similar timid feel. Experienced - I'm dead inside. If possible, that shit could eat the dead alive. I survived the Park - The game gone be cake
Real is free-verse. I expose a concrete rose a dandelion
I'd probably never rhyme
Preacher good with sermons; Bad with funeral service
Looking like, "Shit, he probably deserved it. He tweaked.."
Ain't no such flaw in my motivational speech
Know the difference between Mega Blocks and Jinga blocks before you teach a block. It's me
[Chorus:]
Awh sooky sooky
That level gain makin' em mad, but I'm bouta' push it
Either way is my way, and they laughed, but look how I took it
Same niggas bouta' be on my ass, huh? They lookin'
Bitch, why you lookin'?
Don't touch that there when it's cookin'(x4)
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