Until The Nipples Gone - Atmosphere

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall

Stare at the stars, blink and they fall

Stand tall and shrink, small

Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall

Y'all not clear what to call a career

Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here

Get down, snuck and got near

Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears

Dressed up all black with a clown mask

Shred the system, sound clash

Fall back when my feet touch ground

Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at?

Self-service, getting it to go

A lot of work for a little bit of dough

Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul

Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow

Still running, bound to build something

Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling

Lil young'n, we kill assumption

Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function?

We proof of what you could do

if you would have took the lead to speak truth

You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit

Lost on a rook move, shoot

that sense of direction, misconception

Get your check and then skip the lesson

Get paranoid and collect protection

Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in

Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks

Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass

Hit the gas and mash past the trash

I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that

On this tit till it's going flat

When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks

My crew stay deep and we don't relax

Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps

They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash

Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class

Pot or smack, but don't know the facts

Spot is packed, who owns the map?

I'm not convinced, y'all overact

You're on the bench tryna choke the bat

I headline shows that they hoping that

I get mine, they can go cloak and dag'

You had the chance to hold me back

I still advance, fade slow to black

Y'all are just ants till it all collapse

Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap

Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing

We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets

and that's ordinary normal business

And you trying to ignore the visit

But your girl's online bout to score some tickets

I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision

I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written

But first I'ma smash over ornaments

and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion

We all rapper rappers

We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters

Ass backwards and a lack of words

Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter

They used to cap and call me a backpacker

But they was mad I had my mack mastered

Went up the ladder and I seen the ants

So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter

Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done

I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run

Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on

So let's get it on until the nipple's gone