Текст песни
Strapped on that velt
Keep the strap on that shit
Underground shit
Stay hidden bro
It's some raw shit
Get your blick up bro
I don't trust these motherfuckers bro
It's some FvckVagary shit
Don't think that we understand what our hearts admire
Prosper in that shit and if you don't it's just desire
Set a fire on idea's
Either act or it die out
All my notes, my account
Catch the smoke without a doubt
Pistol whip
Had the fucking glock out
Took the clip
Emptied it and then he clocked out
Check the time
Really hasn't been a need for rest
So I take my time with it, now i'm finna drop ZEST
Man, it's sick to the jaw
I'm just sick of it all
Throw a fist to the call
In the mist of it all, like
What it felt wasn't real
I'm by myself, yeah
They want the worst for your wealth, yeah
Made a fortune
Now they extorting
They ain't support him
Yet still want a portion
Made a fortune
Now they extorting
They ain't support him
Yet still want a portion
We gon really run this shit up
Ain't nobody doing it like us
I could just stop here, but you know I don't give a fuck
Fuck all you niggas bro
Let's go
So misunderstood, now
Nigga you ain't worthy, you ain't pop at your hood, now
Claiming you be gangsta, but you not even blood, now
Used to be down bad, but now we living it good, now
Living it good, now
I don't even care what you on
We gon trip em niggas, do a dance, Milly Rock
Talking like a bitch
You was off, but you soft
Claiming T.B.S
In the mix, lose it all
Lose it all
Man, it's sick to the jaw
I'm just sick of it all