Migraine

[Verse 1: PDYUNGIN]
How do u think we feel?
Trying to accomplish anything to the real
Every beat or verse is for the kill
Praying that we never gon' change for a mil
Now how do you think we feel?
Hella sauce from sneaks on to the grill
Hoping that we never worry about a bill
Pain that maybe deal might heal
Its all unreal but the view its all appealing
3 kings so don't worry about a thing
As they curse us lyrical murderers with monstrous verses
Its for a prosperous purpose as we put niggas corpses in hearses
Because we torturous and we become notorious
As, we are beasts up on these beats
Treats, every one of them is a feast
With MOz as the cook we, treat u with every single word from the dictionary book
Big trees from a fruit
You're too loud so we done put you on mute with no excuse like a brut
Don't doubt us or we finna stare at u with a very angry look
Like Kim Jong Un with the nuke
We ain't here just for the pussy and the lute (just)
And the brand too it follows suit
As we still move with our roots like Groots
We the shit and yall just cute tootes
Call it hell fire when I'm in the booth
You'll get this verse if you want some proof
Loose your tooth if you asking for a motherfucking truce
Kill whole crews just so we can end up in the news
Fuck hoes till my dick ends up with a bruise
Cash flow niggas looking like a black gang of jews
Struck fuse when u find out that we can't loose
Cut queues cuz we don't care enough about the rules
Killer nubes never shifting lane like a fucking plane always been the same
So excuse us when you feel some pain in your brain like a... migraine

[Chorus: PDYUNGIN & MOz]

[Verse 2: TRSHXXX?]
Pen on my pocket
Headphones on
Damn I spill it how I live it when the ink goes on
Stare at the prophet
He’s staring himself
Dodging a rocket with falsehoods, while saving himself
Pshhhh
This beat is sick
And if it’s sick you need to sit there ‘fore we get to slit
Your throat now
My unpaid dues in slip, don’t choke now like Rabbit in the Shelter kid
Heltah Skeltah, head-shot I dump the clip
Who’s the RapGod raptard, clown me [?]
I’ve been cooking all these bars now it’s time to flip
MOz x PD on the track, got a track to clip
Leave alone the cow boy, who wants the beef?
I need some pain meds, pain meds, gawd is sick
I keep my dawgs outside like outlers
When nikkas don’t believe and project on you their fears
But I was born with an open hand
So I could hold the torch of man to light the way
And let my people walk through posing hand in hand
It was ‘posed to hang with friends, most of them are ugly fam
Cock the choppers, thuggish vent, spark the light up do a scwhha
Do a stance
I’m like a derelict at glance, who’s travelling
Unraveling the truth behind this puzzle, give my life a sense
I don’t like the common sense, y'all keep spicing common rants
Twitter fingers hurting for the shit you’re typing gets no sense
Y’all just got unimportant
I’m feeling omnipotent
Y’all faded of the potion
I, got all my Chakras open
Trying to diss me, I dissect them all stooges
I’m on my Jack Kevorkian
I’m like an angel morphing
Kill your migraine with this morphine on my pen

[Chorus: PDYUNGIN & MOz]