City, Sos & Me

(专辑： Hitler Wears Hermes II - 2015)

So there's no use in asking
Your point of view

So there's no use in asking
Your point of view

Aye yo, the drop pair cherry red
Red bottoms, Mack Elev, we will clap your head
Medusa head locs, loft kitchen reek of coke
Cocaine Carreras, parlaying me and Sos
Bricks for what? Get ten of 'em
Get Killa Tone a Bushmaster, he'll flip something
Big chains on, I'm looking rich
Bust the duct tape, it smelled like piss
KTZ sweatsuit down to the kicks
Stepped on the dope twice
All black oyster, P roll with the pink ice
Mink white, 50 shots before he can blink twice
Got his brains leaning to the side like some cheap Nikes
Easy come, easy go, wack him for his Yeezy 1's
Eazy-E Raider snap back that match the joints
Looking like Schoeder kid, hold up
Mix the cryonite with the China white, bet my niggas blow up

Rolls Royce rolled up
That nigga did 20 flat, nigga so what?
We them new niggas hanging out the roof, the truth
Mix the Pérignon with the grapefruit

Moschino gloves on the hammer
Shot his man up at Barney's chopping grams up
World premiere, hang that nigga from the lid
Rocks clear, choppers swinging from the chandelier
The flyest nigga on this mic, shit, I swear
When I got my first brick I dropped tears
12-12 A resumes with cooked flake
I was fucked up, I got a back off of big gate
Adolf Versace plates
Malcolm X Prada frames analyze the snakes
Human made joggers cause they sweating me
It's got an apron on flexing the recipe
All this gold on might be the death of me
The six kilo Cuban link especially
Coke on my sweatshirt like Heavy D
Chanel mask on bagging heavy D

Rolls Royce rolled up
That nigga did 20 flat, nigga so what?
We them new niggas hanging out the roof, the truth
Mix the Pérignon with the grapefruit

So what have you got for me?

John Doe. Between 25-30 years of age. Cause of death looks like OG

Over gold. Any signs of foul play, Ronnie?

No, sir. Looks like a case of just too many gold chains