Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charles S. Dutton, artist - Napoleon Da Legend. Date of issue: 13.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Charles S. Dutton |
| Arsonists spitting arsenic |
| Slurping parsnip soup at the table got the right chips for bargaining |
| Hearts darkening using white chicks for marketing |
| Charles Darwin logic know I’m nice with the jargon I’m a juggernaut |
| Conglomerates hot sneak in the governor’s spot |
| Get in her wives drawers like southerners got |
| I hold the covenant my attitude is stubborn as rock |
| Motherless blocks |
| Where black men be getting cuffed by the cops knock knock |
| Don’t answer the door fire escape skating out |
| We an army get entire states taken out |
| Empire State making out Bitcoin that big noise Siegfried and Roy |
| That kid playing with big boys |
| Flip toys you Chips O’hoy cookie cutter |
| Beat u off of 10 years and these is just my rookie numbers |
| Lay low looking bummish |
| Already booked for the summer |
| A hundred and miles and running like I took something |
| But still I’m having memories of high speeds when the cops crash |
| Cross that |
| Shred the documents that say where pacs at |
| When u left we lost that raw rap u saw that? |
| When they see make em do like Pope and kiss the tarmac |
| Many dreams is all I had and plenty wishes |
| Like the holy grail to a christian I had to go and get it |
| The nerve of them to leave me off of bad and boogie |
| A couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me |
| Damn I’m trynna to enjoy the fruits of my labor |
| U ain’t a goon you a beta |
| I’m out here moving this paper you know the |
| The Media’s trying to test me |
| Fishing for scandals tryna trap me cause they wanna X me |
| Misery is all I see that’s my mindstate |
| Planet of the apes gorilla primate |
| Me and my fate go on a blind date |
| They tried to bury me I’m worried |
| My soul is unsullied rock a skully thru storm it’s getting ugly feeling like I’m |
| Falling to pieces am I guilty? |
| For trying get filthy owning my master and some realty fuck with me |
| Show me a miracle I’m hopeless |
| Off dopamine I’m overdosing |
| Coping with emotions of the roller coaster |
| One minute it’s up one minute it’s down |
| My friends ain’t around I’m living in a cynical town now |
| Don’t messing funerals I’m stressing and going nutty |
| Feeling like McGilly cutty I don’t really know who love me |
| Fell back I had to study look at my past |
| Flashbacks of busting caps anything for money |
| Next to the DJ booth smuggled the box cutters |
| {2pac] |
| My next door neighbor have convos with undercovers |
| Watching my 6 it’s getting hot in the city shots of Henny wondering who could |
| be plotting against me cause |
| Everybody’s dying am I next |
| Paranoia in my head hard to decipher a friend from a threat |
| Or will they kill me when I’m sleeping, two to the head |
| Ya alleged death is still a mystery to the feds |
| But never mind got this shorty on another line |
| Telling me she missing me asking me to spend some time |
| Now she’s telling me to visit, who else is home? |
| Looking at my phone somebody tryna split my dome |
| Kept talking I’m a entertain her |
| See you later, to all the players watch the sly way a nigga played her |
| Respect the curve drove to the burbs to lay my head |
| Had to exit like Bruce lee in the game of death |
| Felt it throughout my frame brain is depressed |
| She whispered in my ear and I smelt the pain in her breath |
| Her claim to fame was to fuck a celeb |
| Shorty was stuck in some debt she became a plug for the feds |
| She dealt drugs and was addicted to meth |
| My only mission was sex bang it a few times she was refreshed |
| She had some pms took a washcloth for the blood |
| Charles s Dutton cloth that I’m cut |
| I’m Just glutton |
| I’m in love with this fast lane max Payne |
| Burden on my shoulder walk a mile in my shoe |
| You catch a back sprain |