Текст песни
Women, bars, fast cars
At the beginning started out with just a couple of scars
I'm like the new testament of the bible
I'm a roman street desciple
Making this money, living like a rock star
Wish upon the stars
I'm the new breed around, living prodigy
Ferrari, Mazerati, Bugatti, True Mafioso, John Gotti
Nobody can stop me, what's up, I'm the wheel
And all these fast cars, I'm a big deal
I was chosen to fulfill the prophecy
Led foot to the floor, I'm cruising
And all these obstacles to get my way, I will be bruising
I'm cravin'
Waiting for a cravin'
Everything I want is swooping like a raven
As scary as Wes Craven
The god of my own haven
Feeding my addiction
Yearning to another level
Tired of being lied to
Treat it like shit
If you're going to talk a big game
Make sure to commit
With this again you make you stronger
Death before dishonor
I'm so sick of being in debt
Just wanna move the fuck on and forget
Son of a bitch
I'm getting hungry
Don't know if I can resist
If I don't eat soon
I will get pissed
The way of the fist. I'm craving some actually
Good music along with some white castle. Starting
To become somewhat of a hassle. Waiting for a
Cravin' Everything I want I swoop it like a raven
As scary as Wes Craven. The God of my own haven
Feeding my addiction. Yearning to another level