Mandevillain (Explicit)-Erick The Architect

歌手 : Erick The Architect

专辑 : I've Never Been Here Before: The Director's Cut (Explicit)

语种 : 客家话

时长 : 02:26

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TXT Mandevillain (Explicit)-Erick The Architect 文本歌词

Tell you somethin, this ain't luck I'm bonafide

You shoot it down, oh well at least a nigga tried

2 fingers up we push that bullshit to the side

This ain't enough, we going up, you tryna slide?

Tell you somethin, this ain't luck I'm bonafide (Bonafide)

You shoot it down, oh well at least a nigga tried (A nigga tried)

2 fingers up we push that bullshit to the side (To the side)

This ain't enough, we going up, you tryna slide?

All my niggas bout it, talkin' bout we catching vibes

Last time I checked I'm earning millions off of mine

Sell my soul to someone on this earth, I rather starve

Armani suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot

The smells of gasoline'll fill the booth, Future Proof

Marni suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot

The smells of gasoline, fill the booth, Future Proof

I'm bout to link my niggas, and they know me, man I never cared

But they got the good speakers, and you can smoke in here

You play your politicians, you be snitching like you Paul Revere

Man I love this rapping shit, hope you never disappear

I was still a kid, I pulled my first rhymes from thin air

Skinny nigga, but believe that Biggie really brought me here

Inspired by The Foo Fighters, if you quit, then you tired

And you liars, could get a whole drum, and a new wire

Theres blood in my hands

The wrong nigga to get caught in a jam with

I don't understand how we can defeat this famine, too many starving

Untap these ruthless artists, dispelled the Reganomics

Too much champagne make you vomit

I'm at the peak, funny rappers at my feet

Only accurate if you can say you mastered what you teach

How I break bread, make sure them killas always stay fed

Patience, brought me up the ladder where we shake hands

8 grand, easy money foreign touching fake fans

Expand, sit on dirty money, you won't stand a chance, in my lane

The octane, blood in my hands mostly

Only became associates when they hesitated to toast me

They moving closely, they motives salty

The game encroached me, stand on my own feet

The angels watching over