Текст песни
Hunnid packs in da pocket of bodega dwellers
The cellar s ain't downstairs he move in any weather
Feel da warm snow storm that froze da wave
Exposed the way that his ignorance chose da grave
And no pass homie this ain't back stage
See no ass
There's no more back page
You dealing with 3 of the illest rap names
Sicker than whatever variant I'm making that claim
Fuck it
Body bag anybody
No white sheet
That's for the words
We gon bury em
Quite deep
Only time for action like red
Bloody tissue in da nose
Handle any money issue and it shows
Sonny told c
Leave it alone
But i ain't c i'ma catch em at 3 in da morn
Park da wip wait for him to show now we got the drop
Take a ride threw the passenger side and watch da shooter pop
You a backseat witness to a murder
That's us
You probably heard of
Trust me get a burner fight
Just to get you further slight
The last servers type
Bring da order quick
Make you a fast learner
Play your position, you a third henchman
We shot calling from behind the velvet ropes. Limited Edition
Reserved table enter through the kitchen
My wheel man doubles as my right hand and my finger's itching
The paparazzi flicking flash, smell the cash like it's Bleu Chanel, chasing off the sharks Like a killer whale
The Sam Rothstein, catch you skimming the frosting. The church pew sticky fingers Dipping in the offerings
If that's stacking chips, I'm chopping potatoes
PO box in San Diego, I'm in Trinidad Tobago
Upgraded the operation focus on the big picture, while they chose cooperation traitors to They own scripture
A funny game, they be playing just to build a name
You tryna be the Dark Knight or be Bruce Wayne?
A hero dies or lives enough to turn villain
Some'll trade they heart and soul and never even reach a million.