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The Underachievers

Stone Cold

 

Stone Cold

(álbum: Lords Of Flatbush 3 - 2019)


YDNA

Charge a picture like Goku, nigga
My clique stay focused, bifocals with us
Keep blue flags on us like O.T. Genesis
Yo bitch stay open, I swan dive in it
I live my lyrics, all facts, no fiction
If the shit get written, then you know I did it
Sip Act' by the ounce when the Tech go missing
Bought a whole quarter pound when the OG hitting
My name hold weight, I don't need no weapon
Make one call nigga, bet the beef get deaded
I'll kill, guarantee ya, I don't need no lesson
Been winning all year, need to count my blessings
Took a whole year off to relax, I'm chilling
I'm back, feel the heat like a fire in the kitchen
Get no sleep, nigga, but my passport filling
Got the two seat Z, you can't ride with me, nigga
Got the Goose down bubble, I'll be fine in the winter
But it's fly, we fly just to change up the weather
You get high on your supply, you ain't making no chicken
You a lie in disguise, got the X-Ray vision
Tell ya nigga stand down 'fore his son go missing
Like a merry-go-round how the drum be kicking
Every nigga get a turn when the shit get lifted
Too weak to hold a clip, I let the 730 get it

Stone cold killer, one of one, can't mimic
Coupe, no ceiling, got a red bone in it
All about the green like Draymond with it
Pull up with a big K, no K-Mart, nigga
I don't like to talk, let it spray, my nigga
Broad day, my nigga, gotta claim my dinner
I was in the dark, then my brain got bigger
Then the lanes start switching and your main start missing
Drip, drip, drip, I'll finesse and make a flip
Tisk, tisk, tisk, always hating like a bitch
I fucked the game up, my nigga, no glitch
We took our struggle and turned it to bliss
I paint her face like she playing with Kiss
I'll see no change without taking a risk
Fuck all the fame, I want real happiness
They be icing they chains, but they still sad as shit
Soul already gold, I don't need no bling
Had to stay up on my toes, black swan with the team
Once you see the king, it's a pawn in their genes
How I rose from the ash, got God in my genes
Gas in the stash when I ride with the green
Had to link my nigga Dash for the loud like a scream
Standing in the path like he tryna make a screen
How you end up in the past and your life but a dream?
Bitch, on God

feito

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