Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live From The Kremlin, artist - Planet Asia. Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Song language: English
Live From The Kremlin |
| Yo, hey yo, pockets touching about to be on some shit |
| Not for nothing, but if I don’t get to some song |
| I’m out for hunting, none of this is me |
| Feel like I’m caught in a glitch |
| And once I double up I’m in the game all this a switch |
| Fuck the politics I’m going for mines |
| Too many cooks with no referrals |
| I’m in the world stirring the times |
| Too many corny rappers blurring the lines |
| Of what’s real, but i just chill |
| Cause the mastermind is thorough and kind |
| I took my check and flipped it |
| Who ever gets to go, supplies the biscuits |
| Even though life is precious, we still risk it |
| Out of pocket hustlers, everyday get smoked like briskets |
| Teed off niggas tripping to get a quick fix |
| Prom queens turn to methamphetamine misfits |
| Instead of dreams, teens go for the kill |
| They trying to get a mil', on some ill dollar bill slick shit |
| But knowledge will start a lil' problem when it comes to this shit |
| Cause when you know better, supposed to go better |
| How you know the sun, moon and stars, but know cheddar? |
| It sounds conflicted |
| But take your time and understand |
| The best part is the righteous mind |
| Of the babies to the line to keep the shit lit |
| Pardon my French |
| My heart on my sleeve is like a fence |
| Running from the police bent |
| Nautica trench, gold chain honor event |
| Scholars and gents, crime scene Planet Asia, Evidence |
| Rub my tape across your tongue, it might numb your face |
| This type of dope will make you run in place |
| Know some real players and know some that’s fake |
| Know some real killers and know some that ain’t |
| Let me paint, just let me paint |
| Shut the fuck up, when im talking cause I’m talking bank |
| Another classic with the Venice homie |
| Ain’t none of that, go get the strap cause the shit is on me |
| Active when it’s time to be |
| I run a hand like a record label |
| See me with your bitch, that means she’s signed to me |
| It runs in the blood since I was young, stabbing dimes |
| Blessed with mother’s face and my daddy’s mind |
| Get your grind up |
| My heart is warm, my mind is cold |
| Just don’t make me make my mind up |
| We got that poison, we got that pure, for sure |
| Whatever the vice, we got it here, what you looking for? |
| Bottom line, put ya mask on |
| Fuck around and catch a contact, we cooking dope |
| And the droughts standing out with a look of hope |
| Why you looking broke? |