Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sdk Cypher 2018, artist - CaspianDate of issue: 02.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sdk Cypher 2018 |
| Evil Ebenezer |
| Yeah, I still hear those war cries |
| Got a four-five in my coat line |
| It’s go time, Stompdown is the crew, man |
| We keep hittin', got bruised hands |
| Few bands and the cube van, we’re staking paper like news stands |
| I’m fucked up off that bottle, right? |
| Never care for a lot of hype, never been that conscious type |
| Fuck trynna live a modest life |
| You always trynna have a confrontation |
| I’m just trynna have a conversation |
| Who’s illest all across the nation? |
| You know it’s me, just an observation |
| Hit the spot, now any minute, get this money |
| Don’t get offended |
| You a spoiled brat like gimmie presents |
| I’m a rockstar like Jimi Hendrix |
| In the Benz now, with a nice stack |
| You over there by the bike rack |
| I stay focused on sidetrack, my heart cold like an ice pack |
| All these bad guys are a bad joke |
| Act tough and their back stroke |
| Gotta lift the barrel full of black smoke |
| Now your family dressing in black clothes |
| From the basements to the big time |
| Never talked shit, just took mine |
| Look inside, I got a sick mind |
| Leave you pistol whipped like 6ix9ine |
| Ai |
| Caspian |
| They called me OG when I turned 25, that’s facts |
| Teach my young boys scream fuck the other side |
| That’s rap, I ain’t gotta ask if shawty wanna ride |
| With slang, I grew up with killaz down to catch a homicide |
| That’s gang, I’m like 2Pac in my country, hoe |
| Ask around, they can’t touch me, hoe |
| Got a hundred stash for the pay back if the situation gets ugly, hoe |
| You are not fucking with slang |
| Susan, Uganda and Spain, knock your ass out of the frame |
| Leave you and none of you change |
| Your mama crying in pain, I’m that Stompdown prince |
| Yeah, I ain’t calmed down since |
| I’m like fuck the cops |
| Bitch, I’m on the block in the all brown mink |
| Fuck what’s your small town think |
| I’m that hometown king |
| I’ll make your whole town sink |
| You ain’t seen dope that clean |
| It’s slang |
| Lil Windex |
| Hi there |
| I’m the guy with french fry hair |
| Finna put these pseudo baby rapper in a new high chair |
| Everybody hate me, I said fuck 'em, why do I care? |
| This is my spot, not yours, I don’t time share |
| I don’t even got a hint of sympathy, nah |
| Imma kill everyone of these kids deliberately |
| Why the fuck you think I live so miserably? |
| All these people mad cause I earned my shit legitimately |
| Shut up, you can suck my dick, you thot |
| Man, you don’t even need to test my shit, I’m hot |
| I bet you couldn’t even jump to hit my spot |
| We ain’t showing here no loves, so bitch kick rocks |
| Hey, I’m borderline nuts |
| From the city where we drink and drive oversized trucks |
| If you really wanna get it, I got four-five slugs |
| Twelve gauge with your name on it, wanna ride up? |
| Merkules |
| Yeah we made our first milly in it by ourself |
| Got a fully automatic inside my belt |
| So much ice on my neck I think I might drown |
| They don’t got no connection like they WiFi down |
| Wonder where Merk send them and came the honest |
| Somewhere in first class eatin' stake and lobster |
| If they want warfare then I’m Davy Crockett |
| Fuck around and get laced like a pair of Converse |
| Merkules |
| We on the come up, come up |
| I don’t feel like coming down |
| I’m yellin' «Fuck 'em» |
| Like blocka blocka |
| Rest in peace to 'em now |
| Merkules |
| Man, I swear, somebody better pray for them |
| When it’s beef we squeeze, we don’t make amends |
| You can find me in the hood like painted rims |
| I put a bird to your shirt like Drake and Em, yah |
| Merkules |
| Go go gadget, the logo tatted, I’m closing caskets |
| I kill these rappers and photograph then I post my caption |
| For keepsake I might cremate 'em and smoke their ashes |
| So pass the blunts in the ashtray, I’m rollin' backwoods |
| It’s Merk |