Living legend, nigga Living legend, nigga Living legend, nigga
Fuck is my name? No sucker for fame Never tucked in a chain, what, you fucking insane? You little brat, we ain't nothing the same No new lieutenant, same crew in the game Bang! Dang, I must be super insane To punch 50 in the face and beat a sentence in vain Murder, mayhem, machines and machetes in the AM Pirellis on the Lam' and I'm barely in the lab Barely good at math You niggas from the street? I'm from the belly of the ave' Berettas or the jabs Can't bargain with a Carbon 15 Parched and fatigued in my starch fatigues Waiting for the income and marching fiends Try and pump up from pawns to kings From under the porch light to picking the Porsche type From doubling dirty money that I'm forced to clean Getting high, not caring what the poison is I be whipping babies like some noisy kids Every day, steak, lobster, oysters, ribs, bibs Man, them fakes be recording fibs Torch, new Bimmer, got no miles and rims Control the trap like the house on Sims It was all good a week ago, now it's no grins For all y'all niggas, no wins And I'll go polish my rims And scrape gum off the bottom of my Timbs Whack a motherfucker, give his partner a glimpse Slingin' Add' at your front door You need guns? I want war
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more 'Bout crime no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
