Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alpha, artist - IshDARR. Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alpha |
| Army of wolves, swear I keep 'em with me |
| (They on go, they on go, they on go, they on) |
| We stacking every dollar 'till we all filthy |
| (Bankrolls, bankrolls, bank-) |
| I think it’s just that time, aw, nah- not again |
| I’m sticking to my roots, can’t let no new niggas in |
| Keep the wolves on go |
| Chuck the 4 |
| Represent |
| And you can say we planned it, this was always the intent, this was always the |
| in- |
| Ever since last summer |
| Told the motherfuckers I would be a problem, wait |
| Momma wanna move to North Carolina, get a crib and a fucking lake |
| Knowing that when I perfect that shit, I’m taking all of y’all awards away |
| Nineteen, and too energized, guess I had a real sweet tooth today |
| Booth at day, I work at night, ain’t come to play, we dynamite |
| Lit whenever they arrive, it’s lit whenever they arrive |
| Probably cooling with my dad |
| All black champion |
| He said that’s all he ever raised |
| Spent all winter making Gems |
| Plotting Mil’s out all summer |
| Gmail Millz sent some thunder |
| Tell my story |
| Up the bass under |
| Shawty told me to quit the lame drama |
| No twitter beefing, no bad karma |
| One year, we in Europe nigga |
| Zig Zags, couldn’t find swishers |
| At the high school, taking fan pictures, no |
| Army of wolves, swear I keep 'em with me |
| (They on go, they on go, they on go, they on-) |
| We stacking every dollar 'till we all filthy |
| (Bankrolls, bankrolls, bank-) |
| I think it’s just that time, aw, nah- not again |
| I’m sticking to my roots, can’t let no new niggas in |
| Keep the wolves on go |
| Chuck the 4 |
| Represent |
| And you can say we planned it, this was always the intent, this was always the |
| in- |
| Ask why I’m on that |
| Serene panda got the tat |
| Only the start, we gone break a Guinness |
| Hardest shit up out the Mil' in a minute |
| Gotta peel, peel, peel, when I finish |
| Ain’t no deal 'till they sign my niggas |
| Biker denim yeah, with all the zippers |
| Keep the vans on, or the high ones |
| I’m the high one, on my Nas shit |
| I’m like God’s son, making classics |
| They forgot one, I’ve been working |
| Nine-six killed yelling Shaolin |
| Around this motherfucker but barely see him |
| Ex’s and a couple foreigns up in my DM |
| Roses for you all, so please and thank you, don’t be rude, don’t be ungrateful |
| Pay my dues, put on my spacesuit |
| Recommend, but they can’t make you |
| Set the trend and then we break through |
| This that growing up no cable |
| In my room writing shit to get me higher than some halos |
| Army of wolves, swear I keep 'em with me |
| (They on go, they on go, they on go, they on-) |
| We stacking every dollar 'till we all filthy |
| (Bankrolls, bankrolls, bank-) |
| I think it’s just that time, aw, nah- not again |
| I’m sticking to my roots, can’t let no new niggas in |
| Keep the wolves on go |
| Chuck the 4 |
| Represent |
| And you can say we planned it, this was always the intent, this was always the |
| in- |
| This was always the in- |
| This was always the in- |
| This was always the in- |
| This was always the in- |
| Keep on yelling, «who the next to go?» |
| I’m still dodgin' that bull, Jimmy to DRose |
| My heart’s shiverin', zero degrees below |
| Nickel for my thoughts? |
| Fuck that, I need a bankroll |
| Talking back when I was young |
| Lisp like I’m ODB |
| Wrote this back up in my papa basement back in Racine |
| I’m rarely care what they think |
| Might catch me at the skate rink |
| Posted some where you’ll never know, I’m in my black Tee |
| Now you do what I say so |
| 07' in a polo |
| Let’s level up |
| Elevate like we supposed to do |
| I notice you been bluffing over your shoulder, no that ain’t cool |
| I been saving some careers |
| Spit that sickening |
| That’s the flu |
| So all that other shit, man I don’t wanna hear: |
| «Mister too bad bitches old soul young spirit» |
| I been workin' on my craft, while they focus on appearance |
| In the same black pants, but I don’t care cause my shit trending |
| Sting like open cuts |
| Say I’m far from done, I used to pack a lunch |
| And now I’m packin' movin' bruh |
| Safe to say we movin' up |
| Constantly but I don’t break too much, I fuckin' need to |
| Even at the bottom, make them motherfuckers see you |
| (Make them motherfuckers see you) |
| (Make them motherfuckers see you) |
| One day they gon' see you |
| Don’t let them hate the movement |
| Nigga we just keep it movin', groovin' like the 70's, remember? |
| Niggas telling me «aw, maybe more practice» |
| Nah, I actually been had it |
| Y’all was always jaw jackin |
| Then I dropped second, nigga |
| Please, shut that shit up |
| Hotel Luxembourg, my papa still rolling spliffs up |
| Two-milli, three-milli fuck it, I’m gonna need four |
| Still to society still labeled an average negro |
| I do it for my |
| I do it for my |