Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oleg's Flight , by - The Alchemist. Release date: 10.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oleg's Flight |
| This is dedicated to you, the halfway crook |
| Poking bitches on Facebook |
| Same lame get his chain took |
| I throw flames let his frame cook |
| Glad bags and black mags is the season |
| Mothafucka I don’t get mad, I get even |
| Burning the devil’s, lettuce out the Garden of Eden |
| 20 deep in the park, pardon my heathens |
| We all here, Grizzy Gang playing your pallbearers |
| I support the right to arm bears |
| Long stares, I’ll lift you out your lawn chair |
| Nigga, better keep 'em calm when the Don’s near |
| This is cloud rap off a loud pack |
| Committing foul acts with a wild batch |
| A game having, chain snatching |
| Crime figures, you know, my niggas |
| Fucking with thugs |
| Out to get scratch like a lottery ticket |
| Never stopping my mission, nigga, uh |
| It’s only logic that I gotta be the mothafuckin' man |
| If you could empathize with me then you would understand |
| That I’m an over achiever, a born leader |
| That was taught to never ever leave the house without a heater |
| And for the dearly departed, pour out a couple liters |
| And let 'em sink in the cement |
| Niggas said that I graduated from scheming |
| Well, maybe not, still California Dreaming |
| A parking lot full of Impalas and Beamers |
| A couple yachts, bitches swallowing my semen |
| Shoe box full of dollars for no reason, I’m a problem |
| Best believe it, vomit like I’m bulimic over something supersonic |
| Kinda rhyming procedures, ironic |
| My competition’s just a bunch of juniors, Cuba Goodings |
| , in fact life is Russian Roulette |
| Only way to win, if you do it to death, it’s F |