Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oleg's Flight, artist - The Alchemist.
Date of issue: 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 |