Lyrics

TKO, MR. AK Knock knock open up, it's your nightmare Thief in the night air, rule with the right hand Vipers and taipans, lions and tigers We've been through the jungle, our team be the finest Which cunt, what one? Tell a cunts skip Making the cash, while you're struggling to pay tick Home where the brave live, pussies they claim it Won't stop 'til we made it in jail, now we famous Irish goon getting drunk 'til i pass out, Kicked out the pub 'cuz my hands like to throw down Heavy hitters on my side, and we take charge Composed tracks on the street, gutter Mozart Mountains ain't shit, when you learn how to fly When it's time then you'll die, at your funeral they'll cry Leave my voice and my rhymes, and my name on a grave On a stone on a plaque, saying always took charge Fuck you, fuck him, fuck every cunt Stepping with pepper and streets we be credited Cash in our eyes and it's all for the Benjamin's Spit on the judge, if we standing for sentencing
Writer(s): Nathan Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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