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Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Rolling 200 Deep VII |
| And me, one of the illest MC’s |
| Tone Touch, hold up, still blowin' trees |
| But never gettin' too blunted |
| Spittin' on this beat with another two hundred (Let's go!) |
| An OG but I just begun, trust me, son |
| You know that I bust be gone, where the smile on my face? |
| So it must be fun, take Kings |
| Yo, you know where the fuck we from |
| Ayo, peep this, Kay on some G shit |
| How many more of these I gotta heat quick? |
| This nigga speechless |
| You know I’m far from a regular competitor |
| The heckler, I live it, I let ring it like a cellular |
| 44, the mag, these Rollies like «Call the cab» |
| Move the water fast, your order, I order last |
| Fuck a autograph, I have the Porsches 6's, 7's, 8's |
| Like, dawg, that’s my autograph |
| What’s the science? Why you mad? |
| I pick honies like a scab |
| As I dip then dive like Kyrie and duck a jab |
| I’m not your average rapper, finger snapper, then I zap her |
| Go to college, join a fraternity, 'cause you a capper |
| The idol maker, the real McCoy, give me that bag |
| You know the 411, 8−2-11, my swag |
| I’m bonafide, certified, a different texture |
| Keepin' 12 toes down, I was born with two extra |
| I got fire like that fox 'bout Modzilla |
| The devil tryna spar but I got us 'cause God with us |
| Nigga, you a dolphin in the water with shark killas |
| I’m iller, they put me to fight gorillas like Godzilla |
| I rob niggas actin' like they harder in the heart |
| Bigger, bigger, they are harder, I’m a hog spitter |
| My horror spitter, poets check niggas for heart rhythms |
| My opps in the dark and I’ll throw you in the dark with 'em |
| I’m heartless |
| OK, Kay say «OK, slay player» |
| Cool, for BK, I AK next sayers |
| First stage, shut haters up, front pager |
| Offstage, I’m the backstage upstager |
| Track killa, money train conductor |
| Ex-crack dealer before I became the hustler |
| Wait, game keep it up, |
| played the face leader |
| Big game shake peacer, take a piece, huh |
| Fuck your power, I devour the stage |
| Every hours, a dolla, holla, come out of the cage |
| They told me to stick to the script, nah |
| I’m off this pace, you say you nice with this pen |
| Pull out, that’s a grenade, a letter 59 |
| Trick’ll have you smoke on your birthday |
| One minute before your next age |
| Yeah, I’m nice with the nine, open the spine, 12 gate |
| Duck down, buck shots, built his body in 12 ways |
| Bars like I’m headed for D-Row |
| On the track, murder that she wrote |
| Zodiac and cancer killin' bitches like Kemo |
| Couple haters with me still bringin' they heat though |
| Freaky little bitty, I’ma spit on that D, hoe |
| Sign myself, I ain’t ownin' no labels |
| Head of the table, move swift, Taylor, my labels |
| Got a nigga wanna eat me, tell him save 'em for later |
| I’m hot like but Kane knows |
| Fuck it, this Kane song, outta minds and please |
| Featuring a hundred and ninety nine MC’s |
| The God first of law nurse, this hard verse is lyrical artwork |
| Colorful as Starbust, I know a lot of y’all tend to forget |
| That you can close the curtains, this the ending of your set |
| Understand when you feenin' the vet |
| Oh, I’m clearly addressing like vinegar erect |
| I bring the drama like Kay Slay or a player out the theater |
| Since junior high school cafeteria, I tear it up |
| 'Causin' mass hysteria, things is gettin' wearier |
| Kids is being shy haters, halloween, I’m scarier |
| To Jason, Kentucky, been your little ass night |
| Niggas know they gotta buck me like dolla dolla bill, y’all |
| The Big God live a life they may feel of |
| Since children are the corn, even though they’re born |