Half - Time

[Intro: A$AP Twelvyy]

Yeah

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]

These some intimate thoughts

In a Porsche, sippin' Cris' through a straw

You on the board, tryna get through a shore

I was bored, tryna get me a broad, not a bitch or a whore

You talkin' rank, tryna settle the score

Diamond to dog, livin' like the kind in the air

Peace to my earth, I swear that she the mom of the year

Peace on my turf, duckin' all the models in here

Beatin' the dirt, success is like kilometers near

Stuck at my worst, karma talkin' dead in my ears

I'm writin' this verse, same time met with my fears

Quarter-century, but way, way ahead of my years

I been gone since Daquan seen him dead at the stairs

Stay strapped though, never lack though, watch your back though

Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine clap mo'

This the city called the Rotten Apple

Now you know if you didn't know, nigga better pop a Snapple

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]

Sittin' in the room like, why the room is spinnin' like the bitch in Exorcist head is?

My mind is always on lettuce

Paper chase, shrooms laced, heard the road is infinite

No chain, no pendant, no Range, no Bentley

My rhymes be shittin' on lives of rappers you into

It ain't ironic I use a number-two pencil

Better pay homage if ever we are bumped into

Shotty pump hit you, mama grab the tissue

Extra magazine in case niggas want a issue

Saint Laurent leather, I'm like Fonz with a pistol, ayy

In broad day, I'll address any issue

And undress any damsel in distress if she into

Dead niggas, and I ain't talkin' about the presidents

Or the evil residents

Never see the bench again, all four quarters

It's onslaught, pure slaughter

All aboard bitch 'cause it's all water

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]

The Messiah and the Maestro

Pen prolific and now I'm twisted off nice 'dro

Thoughts gifted, I'm non-existent tonight, ho

I hit her once, slide shawty like the iPhone

So I shine regal for the people in Paraná

One kiss for my girl, two kiss for my mama

Parted from my pain, won't dissipate

This is missions on minimum wage

Until I'm dug up out the grave, reincarnated

Po' her ass on the glass, off the Bombay

I get around 2Pac, just like the song say

Flow frame of thought , fuck your loss this is Fonzie

The Columbine of the Comic-Con

I'm blowing up for the common kind

I told you pigs I ate finer-swine, I got my own shit

Why you riding mine, huh? And we close at Ramadan

And you not a soldier, need a shoulder you can cry upon

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]

Run from the Ops, duck shots and maintain

Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at ballgames

I ain't ever flopped, my name hall of fame

Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High)

Learn from the block, we plot to get payed

YSL denim, J's that's all suede

Never ever flop, my name hall of fame

Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High)

Run from the Ops, duck shots and maintain

Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at ballgames

I ain't ever flopped, my name hall of fame

Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High)

Learn from the block, we plot to get payed

YSL denim, J's that's all suede

Never ever flop, my name hall of fame

Drunk driving, swerve lanes, tonight we get (High)