[Intro: Chapel] Let me bless this shit, I'mma bless shit I'mma bless shit, I'mma bless shit I'mma bless this shit, word up, kid Yo, yo, uh
[Chapel] Sitting back, staying back for the games of rap Four slugs pop gats, now you missing yor back Take that, dip down, black Nautica cap Shells pop, cats got me cocking it back Feel blaze when I raise, dark humerous days Blessed with the force to uphold the pain That you feel upon Chap, cuz you plotting to gain Turn the tongue back, got you feeling the rush Get scarred, gold mics, feel the deadliest clutch Getting down, getting blazed, putting coke in the dutch My best man shiest, who the fuck I'mma trust? Got pops on my back for selling drugs and shit Block was hurt for the points of crane But you know I ain't down with the heroin fiends Trife life got me all up in a horrible dream Visual scenes, vague, so I plot the past Forget about times, I was victim of cops Rocked the palm cuffs, now we getting them props Forty five blast til the calibur shot Holes in your chest, leaving circular holes Gats, hit burn, leave a dumb bitch froze I fold like four cloves who be getting the gold Stay dark, top sharp, feel the lyrical flows Time for the shine, Chapel one to unload Get sprayed, rap, mind's play deadliest foes Engage, burn paths when he pumping the gauge Word up, son, that's perfection...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
