Lyrics:
to defy
Protected by wires and guns
Troops as far as the eye can see
They advance under Vazov's command
Row on row, as they come from below
Twice they
on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
my zone
Stay puffin' on mariana
I been getting in my zone
Watch for the throne
I'm buggin'
No question
I'm on the mission
For what?
From the East
on a platter
I ain't yo man ain't no queen in my castle
Pistols percs and pussy considered winning by rookies mayne
Hit the block secureing my ends you out here
get broke
If you ain't poppin' this off, get low
This shit right here wet, get soaked
I push you from the front back, get dome
They spit, crackers spit
structure compensates
But compensation feels a lot like rising up to dominate by track two
At least they all know all they hear comes from a place
Oh, I
not the old me but still)
I am (I am) so far from perfect
I thought life is worthless
Until you showed me who I am (don't forget you're)
Not here by
ahead, just jump into it
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it
Get stutted, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like
the same damn car
I'm feeling like one of the realest It's that by far
I'm probably gone build a latter and claim right to the starts
Whooop
City
on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and runnin' from the holice,
Jumping that barbed wire fence,
lives, who dies, who tells your story
I know that we can win
I know that greatness lies in you
But remember from here on in
History has its eyes on you
At home when I'm far from here
Cause my team they live far from here
Look at this place yeah it's far from perfect
but we got family far from here
Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
the trench (stuck in the trench)
The cops they be killin' my niggas (killin' my niggas)
They got us hemmed on a fence
So, how do we prevail from the bullshit
Few more right next to the digi on top the fridge n the kitchen yea it all came from the trench’s
U ain’t Neva bust a move when I called ya
loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up, got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him,
Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
here from the start
Nigga play yo part and best to play it smart
And if they talking drunk we give them mo shots than a bar
Dont know where bout im
I catch in my peripheral (wait, what? Wait, what?)
Don't hesitate to maybe overcompensate
Where am I from? I was born right here, just now
don't need to talk
We could take some picture's my dear
Or we can go on long midnight walks
Cuz I don't want to be far from here
Yea, I don't really
you through it
Step by step, like you're into new kid
Inch by inch with the new solution
Trench men hits, with no delusion
The feeling's
I'm home.”
He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat face
in the ditch
I'm not like these other rappers
Starving for attention
Far from my gimmick
Breaking down my bars in department of forensics
And my mind
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