​postscript

[Intro: Julien Sword]
Let’s try this again

[Chorus: Julien Sword]
Postscript, make sure you hit me twice
I ain’t goin’ out, sticks up, totin’ dynamics
Hella sick and tired but that man and I are not alike
Runnin’ hundred track meet, that’s a lot of stripes

[Verse 1: Julien Sword]
Roll through tundras and cold summers
Mama ain’t ever growin’ old, that’s a whole bummer
Whole bimmer, blue interior, roadrunner
Roll over, steam from the pack got me bulldozered
Cold shoulder, keepin’ me quiet, my chip busted
Inspection on the gadget, my wrist got a bonecrusher

[Verse 2: Henry Draw]
My wrist fresh to death, I’m on suicide watch
The hands are iced and so that shit is no longеr ‘gon tok
Audemaur, P. Phillipe, I got it on lock
We rеally brothers, when we up, we always gon’ pop
Hot pot with the wok
White Vans in the street, black forces in the sheets
Off road in the Jeep in New Jersey summer heat
Head to Florida or to Texas, I’m moving really reckless
I mold reality into my view like it’s Nexus
You cunts are my clay, can’t disturb my big dreams
Even if every day ends up harder than it seems
I can win with the team like Mutombo, ‘95
Then I’m crashin’ my whip while I speed Mulholland Drive
Get Amnesia but it only makes me stronger from the ghosts
Anesthesia, I be blackin’ out, abandoning my post
Bitch, I’m tired, I’m lyin’, I’m energizing, analyzing
Numbers rising, I’m trying, need that effective advertising
End scene, curtain call, credits roll, hit the goal
HD à la mode, imitate my bankroll, you can’t

[Chorus: Julien Sword]
Postscript, make sure you hit me twice
I ain’t goin’ out, sticks up, totin’ dynamics
Hella sick and tired but that man and I are not alike
Runnin’ hundred track meet, that’s a lot of stripes