[Intro]
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah...
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah...
This shit sounds like when the gates of hell open, nigga
It's that "Mad Max Beyond The Thunderdome" shit
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Devilish…
Alchemist…
Marci…
There boy, Marc baby
Yeah this shit feelin' like the Reaper in the room
Shit gets dark
Like Death pullin' up
Can you fuck with me? Never
Last days shit
Yeah…
Like when the sand of an hourglass is runnin' out
Yeah…
Motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Yo, swingin' swords got finger sores
The source is leakin' from my pores
Left the port with these Puerto Rican broads
My deepest thoughts is the secrets of peace and war
I'm on top of the heat, y'all beneath
Can not compete in the sport
Cop a seat, form a line to speak with the boss
I'm a dominant elite
The queens like how much my semen cost
Ride the cleanest Porsche
Prolly in sneakers y'all never seen before
Obviously I'm eatin' quite decently I don't need y'all support
For y'all to get on the feast I'm the key to the door
While my Hennessy was being poured
All my demons were torched
My genes was reinforced by me pingin' off on a cerebral horse
Indeed the Lord he dipped me in seasoning salt
Don't push me I will put hands and feet on a whore
My mini mansion is so clean you can eat off the floor
Peep the decor, the liquor's imported from Singapore
The last of my enemies she saw was meat on the sword
Safe to say we chopped it up a bit
The choppa dump intense tear the bumper of the trunk of ya Benz
Crash and hit the storefront, the business was crushed to bits
The hood of the trunk, it was sunken in
Like the cheeks on a fiend from suckin' a stem
Thin look like Skeleton covered in skin
The kid spotted you
In the scrubs I was bustin' a Pis' Juggler slit
Whoever think they fuckin' with this go and jump off a cliff
Nigga
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah...
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Yeah...
This shit sounds like when the gates of hell open, nigga
It's that "Mad Max Beyond The Thunderdome" shit
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Devilish…
Alchemist…
Marci…
There boy, Marc baby
Yeah this shit feelin' like the Reaper in the room
Shit gets dark
Like Death pullin' up
Can you fuck with me? Never
Last days shit
Yeah…
Like when the sand of an hourglass is runnin' out
Yeah…
Motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Yo, swingin' swords got finger sores
The source is leakin' from my pores
Left the port with these Puerto Rican broads
My deepest thoughts is the secrets of peace and war
I'm on top of the heat, y'all beneath
Can not compete in the sport
Cop a seat, form a line to speak with the boss
I'm a dominant elite
The queens like how much my semen cost
Ride the cleanest Porsche
Prolly in sneakers y'all never seen before
Obviously I'm eatin' quite decently I don't need y'all support
For y'all to get on the feast I'm the key to the door
While my Hennessy was being poured
All my demons were torched
My genes was reinforced by me pingin' off on a cerebral horse
Indeed the Lord he dipped me in seasoning salt
Don't push me I will put hands and feet on a whore
My mini mansion is so clean you can eat off the floor
Peep the decor, the liquor's imported from Singapore
The last of my enemies she saw was meat on the sword
Safe to say we chopped it up a bit
The choppa dump intense tear the bumper of the trunk of ya Benz
Crash and hit the storefront, the business was crushed to bits
The hood of the trunk, it was sunken in
Like the cheeks on a fiend from suckin' a stem
Thin look like Skeleton covered in skin
The kid spotted you
In the scrubs I was bustin' a Pis' Juggler slit
Whoever think they fuckin' with this go and jump off a cliff
Nigga
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