Strengthened Within FT. Paka$$o

@pakasso LYRICS ROB ROX —— Hold on To everything that i got Before my souls gone Into abyss to just rot It’s like I’m cold cocked into submission from thoughts Oh yes I know lots but it just comes with what cost? Its just like gold bought For no remission just stocks It’s like my souls lost until I stop and just talk Into my phone drop a lot of knowledge I sought I have it stowed off inside my noggin with chalk It’s got me tossing and turning So i must lock in some earnings Cause what i got is this yearning Its time jot what is hurting And make alot from whats burning Inside their thoughts theyre reverting to Its the cross they are turning to Once you drop what is cursing you You get lost in assertive grooves Not play possum with certain dudes Who get off with just hurting you Time to drop down a certain cue Like a awkward crude attitude Be the topper of magnitude They can stop her with gratitude For the time and the energy Behind all these enemies lines Is just a sign they cant find the divine Who hide inside their minds They decline, and then hide In silence and then go slide in Your Algorithm So it be I that that get them ———-_——————- Hold on To everything that i got Before my souls gone Into abyss to just rot It’s like I’m cold cocked into submission from thoughts Oh yes I know lots but it just comes with what cost? Its just like gold bought For no remission just stocks It’s like my souls lost until I stop and just talk Into my phone drop a lot of knowledge I sought I have it stowed off inside my noggin with chalk ——— PAKASSO ——— Pakasso is a mastermind The kind tormented mind Reading between the lines To find Designs that define True grime Two shots True crime Who lying Catch a punchline Make ya lips pop Shells dropped Spraying headlines Gully squad pushing the redline Back to my mind Behind the bars i be twistin You missed it Im So wickedly gifted Muredering weak MCs so tragically 44 magnum killa when I speak Shots hittin tactically Melon leaks Simple words just don’t move me So I spit wit vocab by the slab Hook uppercuts and a jab Pakasso wit a gift of gab Twistin a Texas tornado Quick to give a halo Need I say mo So countin on my pesos ——— ROB ROX ——— Hold on To everything that i got Before my souls gone Into abyss to just rot It’s like I’m cold cocked into submission from thoughts Oh yes I know lots but it just comes with what cost? Its just like gold bought For no remission just stocks It’s like my souls lost until I stop and just talk Into my phone drop a lot of knowledge I sought I have it stowed off inside my noggin with chalk