
Date of issue: 18.09.2016
Song language: English
One Day |
Yo, who stepped off rage |
Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever |
Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face |
He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn’t aim to touch it |
These cats have started something that they couldn’t finish |
Now they flee the country |
Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we’re living |
Takin' mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see 'em |
The chron’s shone, spit out the combine |
I’m tryin' to make my exit real quick |
We leave no form of evidence |
Bakin' slugs out the dark |
Wild shoot-outs through the park |
These jail houses overcrowdin' |
All my thugs remain calm |
Money turnin', trees is burnin' |
But one day, it’ll be gone |
(now one day) |
I’m your suspect |
Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments |
Digits wit' small letters that name it |
Man created, but always to blame it |
I’m far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy |
Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy |
You’re pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell |
Don’t mistake me for shhhh, I’ll eat your food and real quick |
Burn up the gear I dressed in |
Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses |
What would you ask God if you had one question? |
Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life |
Don’t try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials |
Little snitches turn into coffins and push six |
A man could be my worst enemy, I’ll take this |
]From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces |
Got me chasin' bloody papers |
Scatterd 'cross the floor like forty acres |
So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps |
To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips |
Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed |
Liquor bottles in cemetarys |
'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation |
Still have to make a move, cause just put off |
Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I’ll pull off |
Black caddies and starlen windows that’s bulletproof |
All you could see is fog off the door |
And richotched to the floor |
Thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw’s jaws |
All pause, lookin' through the barrell, it’s all yours |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Bad | 2015 |
BTD (Before The Dawn) | 2011 |
Dilemma | 2015 |
The Eye | 2016 |
Destiny | 2013 |
Tell Me | 2018 |
Last Romeo | 2014 |
CLOCK | 2019 |
Nothing's Over | 2011 |
Request | 2013 |
D.N.A | 2016 |
I Hate | 2018 |
Can't Get Over You | 2015 |
Last Romeo -Kimigairebaii- | 2015 |
Julia | 2011 |
Synchronise | 2018 |
Begin Again | 2018 |
Hysterie | 2011 |
Moonlight | 2015 |
Amazing | 2011 |