Letra

Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call Earth, but I call Hell's equator Yo, being hella brash is the swag bruh Sitting back and I'm getting ass in Nebraska Different flask in a different class rolling grass up Nu Age only spitting facts, no whack stuff Yeah, that's how we do it no taxing My niggas coming through and we slashing with axes Bag a fine chick, bad tats and an accent Niggas tryna 'lab, I'mma ask where the racks is Uh, cause we don't do this for free I'm zoot and I'm starved and a dude gotta eat No clocking out, working all day; no sleep Bring the block out, twerking all day, that shit hot That's why we never ask where the streets went Dude slanging trees more cheese for the defense K-F-C, two piece, hella greasy Little slop, but you see a dude still eating A dude still chiefing cause the rules don't matter Don't need any beef cause 'em tools go splatter, rata, tata Shooting bullshit it'll come back whizzing your drawers get splattered Where I'm from, any niggas wearing jewels getting snatched up All about the C.R.E.A.M every fool got back up Can't hear Jesus cause the weed is loud as Mack trucks Phantom all black and the volume to the max Doing drive by's so they don't know where we at All you hear is tires, click-clack, booms of the gats No cure for the madness, so it's like cancer Bumping "It's a hobo" just became the death anthem The whip fouettéing like a dancer Échappé-ing to blant up and get slanted Disrespect the fam' I'mma have to back hand ya And niggas be hating, they hella mad cause I'm handsome Gold Phantom, rancids aren't random Kidnap the game and hold it with no ransom A ghostly flow, we hang clothes with no hanger Music without me is like dark with no Manson Nigga just snuff 'em, and leave they nose flaring Slow motion, that's a board with bad bearings People in awe, my God, just keep 'em starring I like my fishes Pacific so I copped a red herring From the bottom, light totes with no handles African Sheppard I'm leading goats with no sandals Niggas stay selling they soul for most stamina Don't invite yourself, I'm the host with no manners, bitch
Writer(s): Montrell Haymon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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