[Verse 1:] I hope you pussy muthafuckas die Wish death upon they soul until they burnin' in a fire I'm the illest mothafucka breathin', fuck yo rhyme or yo reason Fucking over yo issues, it's killin' ho niggas season I made my way, way, I found my road, road Bar-arada-da, I made my own, ho Eghck, you ain't ever have shit local nigga Woo, how the fuck I own you local niggas I'm a global nigga, Champs-Élysées shopper Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer, chain rockers Where was you when I was bleeding Disappointed and battling my demons I just want to ride Italian leather, acting like you don't know me Euro designer palace, fuck my bitch on Missoni And I feel...
[Hook: Andrea Martin] And I feel like they want to take my life Be careful what you say, be careful what you do Tell them what they want to hear, but stay from the truth And I feel like they want to take my life
[Verse 2:] It ain't enough that I struggle through my career Less appreciated when I was part of a pair Pushed an envelope full of truth like I was there Depiction and the depth was the proof that I was there It's no question in my origins Photo album full of Polaroid's they're still pointing in Couple million records sold, still say I'm poisoning Seven different SIM cards, bringing all that mortar in Brick by brick nigga, all you add is water in We ain't got to touch hands nigga, put your order in I just want to float through clouds Hermes seams on my towels No overly gaudy shit, just the diamonds on the dowels Woo, and I'm still buying mo' guns Mo' money, mo' murder nigga, choose one
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
