MiNt cHoCoLaTe (feat. Conway the Machine) (Explicit Ver.)

1999 WRITE THE FUTURE 외 2명
앨범 : MiNt cHoCoLaTe (feat. Conway The Machine) (Explicit Ver.)

Brrr
Ayo, ayo
Ayo, my shooter hitting every fiend
Rolling off the wet?
Stressing in that cell, used to have to call collect
Now  on the Celine leathers, I’m on the jet
I’ma land on that wreckyard, steal Sly out the stretcher
320 a month, laps around the sun
My shooter humming Ain’t No Sunshine
Loading up a drum
Everybody father, cooking up the agua
Had to lay low, I had a bitch that
At minimum I had fifty suits in the locker
Touch mine, stab you off adrenaline
I’m from the eastside of hell
Where the devil wear Dolce
The Mac click don’t stop, Armani slippers all
In the [law library?] you should have heard what Black told me
pack your shit up, pull off in a Roycie?
Thank God God chose me
The baddest bitch you ever seen, told her don’t touch the pony
Super Flygod
Look, look
Pyrex vision kitchenware, I was whipping
Got my wrists like I won the strongest man competition
Send the brodie on a sliding mission
While my opposition they talking tough but they was not convincing
Thirty shots’ll rinse ‘em, just looked at my account some more direct deposits hittin’
Got my riches, still in my prime but I just had to [optimiss?] it
I had some setbacks but I remain optimistic, I’m out the trenches
Hot pockets, , now it’s lobster dishes (Talk to ‘em)
I know bodying these beats is what you know me for
All gold pressie but I got mines out the rollie store
Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for?
Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for?
Gave ‘em the style, gave ‘em the lane that’s what they owe me for
Put some homies on, the gratitude they ain’t show me at all
Celine tote for my broad, margiela coat in the fall
«Scatter Brain» opened the jar, y’all niggas know who the god
Machine, bitch