Из альбома: Some Rap Songs

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
These niggas know
Alright, check it out bro, bro, bro, bro
Look
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, shit, uh, yeah

My mood really swinging, I peruse like a native would do
What I'm thinking I should do for the sake of myself
No games with this cash, go play with yourself
We stay on your ass
Your sense of safety melt in a flash, bang
Don’t know what I'ma say
Cause I don't label the bags, I stay in ’em
See you shooting but your angles is trash
Don't play with us, I revisit the past
Port wine and pages of pass
Momma say don't play with them scabs
It's safe to say I see the reason I'm bleeding out
I need you now, closed lips make the mouth breathers frown
Two's a team, three a crowd
Twelve street, I kept some lean around
Help me, it's been a minute since I seen a decent count
The wealth be the labor's fruit
The loop hold up the belt, G’s felt
All praises due, the juice unattainable
Like Tang in the booth
Dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth
Yeah, yeah, uh

I said the dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth (On the way like the truth)
Yeah, clouds grey on the move
On the way with the-

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