Текст песни
Bag of deuce in the 18 ball games
Might run down on your ol' heads and rob the card game in God's name
Then reappear, it felt like God came
You was never with me if your heart ain't
Now be like Tom Brady, put everything in your mom's name
The slots change, yeah, you're stock tanked
I'm John Wayne, baggin' raw cane as my song's playing
Slang your heart, still apply pressure like Dolph's game
My man got shot in his head, still see the walls stain
Homie lives, he just talks strange, bless him
See the plugs, the new investors, this is cocaine's shark tank
Dope game, yolk game, both lanes
Narcs chase the Irishmen
Run up on them with the brave heartface
I wish they ended Scarface after they parked Frank
Straight up out of CFCF with the sharp shanks
Guards can't stop him once they got you in the yard cage
Dark days, Rosen on his third firearm case
God sakes, he said, I wonder how much money God makes
Seen a whole jit, knowing this shit wouldn't drop, thanks
Still had the key, but it was worth it's like the locks changed
Stopped playing, flipped a couple blocks and hit the blockchain
Caught the rat and split his shit and dipped before the cops came
Sometimes it's not what I'm saying, it's what I'm not saying
Sometimes it's not what I'm paying, it's who I'm not paying
Sometimes they dip, you gots to hit them with the narcane
Sometimes you meet Diego and he tells you you had the wrong dream
Bag of deuce in the 18 ball games
Might run down on your ol' heads and rob the card game in God's name
Then reappear, it felt like God came