Merge (Instrumental) - Akira the Don

Stuck on the fence with you This I'm always prone to do Forge something new And leave it all behind with you (you) And leave it all behind with you (you) Back at the front of the lane I see all those boys again I shift through you And leave it all behind, it's true (true) And leave it all behind, it's true (true)

Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sitting all alone Pondering times of sanctuary He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on. Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin. We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts, What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone, Sittin' all alone We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a don He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop What we loved most was sitting round the shop What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop, What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone

What? Ayy, this is a Trademark product Trademark! I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain't testin' me I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope? I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Wait, bitch! Hold up, Red dot-eem (pew-pew) Huh, head shotty (boom!) Pop out Red Bottoms, uh Whole gang silent, ayy Seen him in the beam got him (bow!) This 40 gon' run in his wallet, ayy Said he pulling up, highly doubt it Pop out the cut with that whatchamacallit Air out this bitch like I'm CJ McCollum No bitch, I don't trip I'm allergic to falling Shoutout to my city, I keep me a rocket If he talking loud we gon' get outta pocket These rap niggas suck, all they moves I'ma mock it, uh If you speak the tour nigga stop it, uh Take it to the grave then lock it, uh Cook a nigga up, Hot Pocket Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch My bitch, she freaky, she wanna get dinky I tell her get lost in this bitch I'm in that Tesla, you know that I'm extra We finna lift off in this bitch Wait, walk in this bitch, they gon' walk on my dick Never lost in this bitch New Patek, no bust in this bitch Did it 3 times like the Hangover Popped a molly, she said she ain't staying sober It ain't over til big DC say its over Grab her heart and crash it with my Range Rover Girl it ain't hard to be ruthless, it's easy Ask Dr. Dre and Ice Cube, they believe me Ice with Dasani we over to Fiji Are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving? I don't know if I'm able, I feel like The Weeknd Pop up out the bushes, creepin' Put him on the gram, leak it, uh In the full minivan, geekin' I'm finna cut that boy up like vasectomy Fuck all that talking, lil' bitch bring that neck to me Krusty Krab shit, bitch I still got the recipe Bitch I feel like Mrs. Puff they ain't testin' me I told Trademark cook a beat with no melody Stay with that heat, are you stupid Penelope? I'm on the road, what the fuck is they telling me? Strapped like a dyke, bitch I came with that Ellen piece Strapped with that 9, bitch I'm goin' insane I'm gon' cock that bitch back and put two in his brain You still think that you good just because of your name? Come to Milwaukee, we taking his chain Bitch I'm on my Levar, told him stay in his lane Get him outta this bitch, he ain't really with gang You weren't with the kid when I was broke where it hang There's a difference between organic niggas and lames Goin' dragon mode, nose blowin' out hella flames It don't matter though, I got immune to propane Pocket's fatter though, finna go '09 Lil Wayne (on my momma!) Like a lion this shit can't be tamed (fact!) Finna make DC F. Baby my name Goin' Stunna, no Baby, I buy out the plane You still wanna be here but this shit ain't the same Fuck this industry shit I want money no fame, bitch (pussy ass) Yeah, yeah, ayy (let's go) Better come at me, problem (bitch) In the hills eatin' steak with the lobster (what?) And he said to send a nigga to the doctor Dumbass nigga Bye! Bitch! He out of there, stupid Tough, what Dummy Dumb boy, stupid, yeah you, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga