VNY, Carla the Poet - Forgotdagars Lyrics

Check motherfucker
Word to ya mother
Wordsmith
The words shift when I pull in the cutter
Came from the gutter
Got gut ya
If ya fishing trouble

I never go hard but you know what fuck it
I been bad

I got clips for any nigga that was pushing the tea out
All malice if you tell em what we bout
Niggas really talking tough
This like a storm to tree house
I really elevated

Kobi and chayden said it effect my cadence
When I talk my shit
I leave you behind for the next scene like you Jesse pink man
El Camino

I was from trenches
But I gal gadot'ed on em
Dodging bullets
They assumed I was something summoned from satin

I mash the buttons
And it's gon mass destruction
I'm playing

But really doe
I could hear all that you saying
But just know that in my head that toughness talk really ain't shit
Imma master
Imma immaculate
On this illmatic maintenance

I was made in America
(Wait!)
I was made to be enslaved and be a maid in American
Made from the cellulite and stuffed up wit a tad bit of melanin
Made to be sentient
Sentimental and still I'll kill a rapper without a flinch

Coming wit the tribe

Lordy oh my is it nice to be alive
Haven't hit 25
Still thankful I survived

But still Ill kick yo ass can't be mad if it serves you right