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Artist:ntoxion11
Duration:2:59
Tags:rap,Dusty boom-bap drums,fat bassline,chopped jazz keys. Verses in an agile,breathless pocket with tight internal rhymes,double-time bursts,and gritty male vocals. Hook widens with gang vocals and subtle brass stabs,ad-libs tucked around the lead. Mix leans raw and upfront,emphasizing attitude and penmanship.
[Verse 1] P.K.T I was parked at the trap, phone jumpin', I ain't chattin' on threads Got a clock on the dash, ain't a watch, it's the time on my head I was prayin' for a plate, had to scrape, had to grind off the dregs Now I'm thumbin' through it calm, but the pressure still climb in my chest I don't talk on the net, I don't auction respect I just walk with a check, I don't walk with regrets Whole clique been solid, we don't bargain for less If you throwin' lil shade, I'm just blockin' the mess They was hopin' I'd fold, I was hopin' for more From the fold-out couch to a marble floor Every loss I took, I turned to a score I ain't trippin' on a hater, I'ma trip to the store (yeah) [Chorus] It's P.K.T, I don't mess with blood suckers Tryin' leech a little shine off my come-up Yeah, I know they hate, but I run it up, run it up I don't mind what don't make me, I don't ever let it shape me It's P.K.T, I don't mess with blood suckers If you drainin' on my faith, that's a cut-off Yeah, I know they hate, but I run it up, run it up I don't mind what don't make me, what don't build me never break me (uh) [Verse 2] I got bros in a box, I got fam in the sky So I'm watchin' every word, every hand, every eye They be smilin' in the frame, tryna crop out the lies I'm just locked in the lane, tryna optimize time I was dead broke, couldn't pay for a ride, had to brace for the rain Now the tank full, but the pain still stainin' the brain I don't aim for the fame, but it came with the game So I keep my circle tight like a chain on a chain You was reachin' for a piece, I was reachin' for peace We are not the same breed, we are not the same speed I don't beef online, I don't tweet, I don't plead I just level up the fee every time that I breathe (let's go) [Chorus] It's P.K.T, I don't mess with blood suckers Tryin' leech a little shine off my come-up Yeah, I know they hate, but I run it up, run it up I don't mind what don't make me, I don't ever let it shape me It's P.K.T, I don't mess with blood suckers If you drainin' on my faith, that's a cut-off Yeah, I know they hate, but I run it up, run it up I don't mind what don't make me, what don't build me never break me (P.K.T)