[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Pain never rise, you don’t feel nobody, you my type
I’ma live my life so kamikaze, ready to die
I ain’t never stand down, I’ma start from the ground and touch the sky
I ain’t never stand down, we gon' blow up the town and kill them lies
We rockin' 'till the music just stop, she rockin' to the music, go hard
Shawty hustle all night for her child
Screamin' “Fuck it”, we blow up and kill them lies
[Verse]
Trap outside, late night while the dogs bark
Fish-scale, hit it with the fork, watch it jump out
Phone call, talk loud, we gon' bring thе drum out
Murder in the street, bet thе law bring the chalk out
Shawty too deep and she know she can’t come out
Deadline three, money talk what it be 'bout
I’ma send Three, pick you up from the clear port
I ain’t gon' pretend, I could say I’ma real Lord
I ain’t say it clear, meant to say I’ma real Lord
Boss man tripping, you can book and I’m here for it
Say you want beef, nigga, know that I live for it
One of the men, chief might be [?] for it
Hold up, I only talk to my cellies
Don’t know my cellies, you know 'em by Kevin
Just to be clear, Mr. Mac-11
Whole lotta money, I still be steppin'
(Yung Lan on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Pain never rise, you don’t feel nobody, you my type
I’ma live my life so kamikaze, ready to die
I ain’t never stand down, I’ma start from the ground and touch the sky
I ain’t never stand down, we gon' blow up the town and kill them lies
We rockin' 'till the music just stop, she rockin' to the music, go hard
Shawty hustle all night for her child
Screamin' “Fuck it”, we blow up and kill them lies
[Verse]
Trap outside, late night while the dogs bark
Fish-scale, hit it with the fork, watch it jump out
Phone call, talk loud, we gon' bring thе drum out
Murder in the street, bet thе law bring the chalk out
Shawty too deep and she know she can’t come out
Deadline three, money talk what it be 'bout
I’ma send Three, pick you up from the clear port
I ain’t gon' pretend, I could say I’ma real Lord
I ain’t say it clear, meant to say I’ma real Lord
Boss man tripping, you can book and I’m here for it
Say you want beef, nigga, know that I live for it
One of the men, chief might be [?] for it
Hold up, I only talk to my cellies
Don’t know my cellies, you know 'em by Kevin
Just to be clear, Mr. Mac-11
Whole lotta money, I still be steppin'
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