Half - Time Lyrics - Asap Twelvyy

[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy] 

This some intimate thoughts In a porsche 

Sipping cris' through a straw 

You wanted war trying get through her sure 

I was bored, tried to get me a broad 

Not a bitch or a whore 

I'm talking rank, trying to settle the score 

Diamond to dog, living like the kind in the air 

Peace to my earth, I swear that she the mom of the year 

Peace on my turf, ducking all the monitors here 

Beating the dirt, success is like kilometers near 

Stuck at my worst, karma talking dead in my ears 

I'm writing this verse, same time I met with my fears 

Quarter-century but way way ahead of my years 

I been gone since Daquan seen him dead at the stairs 

Stay strapped though 

Never lack though 

Watch your back though 

Word to Fat Joe, we let them ninety-nine clap more 

This the city called the rotten apple 

Now you know if you didn't know, nigga better pop a Snapple 

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[Verse 2: Meechy Darko] 

Sitting in the room like 

While the room is spinning like the bitch in exorcist head is 

My mind is always on lettuce 

Paper chase 

Shrooms laced 

Herd the road is infinite 

No chain, no pendant 

No Range, no Bentley 

My rhymes be shittin on lives of rappers you into 

It ain't ironic I use a number 2 pencil 

Better pay homage if ever we you bump into 

Shotty pump hit you, momma grab the tissue 

Extra magazine make a nigga want a issue 

Saint Laurant leather i'm like Fonz with a pistol (ayy) 

In broad day I'll address any issue 

And undress any damsel in distress if she into 

Dead niggas, and I ain't talkin about the presidents 

Or the evil residents 

Never see the bench again, All 4 quarters 

It's onslaught pure slaughter 

All aboard bitch cause it's all water 

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[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] 

The messiah and the maestro 

Pen prolific and now i'm twisted off nice dro 

Thoughts gifted i'm not existing tonight ho 

I hit her once slide shawty like the iPhone 

So I shine regal for the people and parana 

One kiss for my girl, 2 kiss for my momma 

Parted from my pain won't dissipate 

This is missions on minimum wage 

Until i'm dug up out the grave; reincarnate 

Pour her ass on the glass off the bombay 

I get around, 2Pac, just like the song say 

Gold frame of thought fuck your loss this is Fonzay 

The columbine of the comic-con 

I'm blowing up for the common kind 

I told you pigs I ain't fond of swine 

I got my own shit, while you ride in mine huh? 

And we causing ramadan and you not a soldier 

Need a shoulder you can cry upon 

[Outro: Meechy Darko] 

(X2) 

Run from the ops, duck shots and maintain 

Timbs butterscotch, Balmain at all aims 

I ain't never flop my name hall of fame 

Drunk drive and swerve lanes 

Tonight we get (High) 

Learn from the block we plot to get paid 

YSL denim 

J's is all suede 

Never ever flop my name hall of fame 

Drunk drive and swerve lane 

Tonight we get (High)