[Verse 1: Black Josh] Where the treasures hid is where we buried him I weren't ever rich and still ain't begged for shit I wanted to be that kid that the gyally digged Turned into that kid that your gyally digged In my 616 hoodie and I got those Bape pants that costed an arm and a leg so now that kid is Rayman Running up the numbers like I'm Rain Man Writing 616 with a spray can of fake tan (?)to mink, Tatted my skin Already scarred for life I feel like a mannequin Got my mask on hiding my face away Black trackies, the trainers the same as when I was selling dark to win Ice on my neck but I hate the coke I had to make it rain but what a waste of doe Chilling phone ringing for an 8th of snow The winter's coming Game of Thrones
[Hook: Milkavelli & Black Josh] Slide to the crib in some slides or some kicks cause it might make me quicker Gimme time I can't think till there's ice in my drink and I'm lighting my rizla And what's the price of a fish, Fisher Price, where's the whip, I was nice since a nipper They said it might make you sick if I take loads of vic, but my mind's even sicker
[Verse 2: Milkavelli] Glass of vintage port by the Aga Why you throwing up after four pints of lager? I'm weighed down by these thoughts that I harbour Import the weight at the port by the harbour Goodbye, mi amor, sayonara I hope we meet again when we're all trying harder Gucci whites, hit a four; Brian Lara Then pull up to your door in an all white Impala Gotta get this paper, I was taught by my father I'm in the store like a larder I'm the plug, while you're stuck to the wall like a charger Re-assess it later, thought foresight was after Child prodigy, born firestarter Stuck being stoned pull the sword like I'm Arthur I'm on tour all aboard flying charter I guess life's just a joke till we all die of laughter
[Hook: Milkavelli & Black Josh] Slide to the crib in some slides or some kicks cause it might make me quicker Gimme time I can't think till there's ice in my drink and I'm lighting my rizla And what's the price of a fish, Fisher Price, where's the whip, I was nice since a nipper They said it might make you sick if I take loads of vic, but my mind's even sickerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
