Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loyalty , by - Slaine. Song from the album The Boston Project, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.04.2013
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Loyalty |
| I’ve been watching you all this, you rob with dishonesty |
| Y’all be claiming king, but you die with no dinasty |
| Little lookout cats tryina hide for a finder’s fee |
| Demon on my side, that’s my guy it’s reminding me |
| Every rapper mine back in time, they rewinding me |
| Every back in mind that I turn is a lime of me |
| My mistake is real, I’m a legend and an urban myth |
| Drug addiction all around my corner and I’m serving |
| You should know and nodes to put it all and know this |
| To stab you on the back when the hood is on your shoulders |
| Speaking to the people so what good is y’all promoters |
| I annalyze the game and understood it all was bogus |
| So I’ve been watching you watching me and I’m lookin back |
| Seen you push us back, counting dirty money, coulnd’t crack |
| I use to have cigarette burns in my sofa |
| You listen to my world is like germs in my culture |
| Riding round myself got me feeling lonely |
| Cruising through the city with my tank only |
| Looking for my friends would have flex my homies |
| The only thing I ask for is loyalty |
| It’s way too many snakes in this game for me |
| And murder is the only thing you get for free |
| I ain’t even worry bout my lawyer’s fees |
| My gun bang bang for that loyalty |
| My profit’s rising, I’m terrorizing the game now |
| Yellin on these records, I’m feelin higher than slaine now |
| Millitary mind state, they try to shoot my plane down |
| I’m incognito with desert eagles and trade pounds |
| Life of a gambler, sidelines scrambler |
| This ain’t internet porn, we don’t fuck with amateurs |
| Baby blue porsche, bucket seats and I’m flying son |
| In the fast lane, drunk as fuck like I’m ryan dunn |
| High off of life, take ahead my success |
| Driving by myself, hearing voices, I’m berserk |
| What the fuck you haters talking bout |
| What happened to the loyalty |
| I’m royalty, these sour milk duds tryina spoil me |
| Couple shots of whiskey got me pissy feeling dizzy |
| Shouldn’t drive but I’m behind the wheel |
| Flying through the city got |
| Molly in the passnger, mary jane in the back |
| My block is hotter than africa, all my pistols are blat! |
| Riding round myself got me feeling lonely |
| Cruising through the city with my tank only |
| Looking for my friends would have flex my homies |
| The only thing I ask for is loyalty |
| It’s way too many snakes in this game for me |
| And murder is the only thing you get for free |
| I ain’t even worry bout my lawyer’s fees |
| My gun bang bang for that loyalty |
| Straight off the block with the shooter report |
| Y’all fuck boys twice down serve soup with the fork |
| When gun talk meet the kiss of death |
| Disrespect runs deep when the legions disconnect |
| Loading up that ammo on that rambo |
| That pop off silent like the d in django |
| Navy seal clone, prepare for the unknown |
| Living on the rage’s edge till the gun blow |
| Y’all done fuck with some suicide bombers |
| Walk into a hale of bullets with body armor |
| Pearl harbour, the man’s a nusense |
| And he just came home early, and he dukin |
| You know what they say, every dog has his day |
| The ass rider check, the mouth gotta pay |
| It ain’t a crime wave, it’s enemy occupation |
| Step cross enemy line, termination, that’s lurpse |
| Riding round myself got me feeling lonely |
| Cruising through the city with my tank only |
| Looking for my friends would have flex my homies |
| The only thing I ask for is loyalty |
| It’s way too many snakes in this game for me |
| And murder is the only thing you get for free |
| I ain’t even worry bout my lawyer’s fees |
| My gun bang bang for that loyalty. |