Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Massacre, artist - The Alchemist.
Date of issue: 15.12.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Massacre |
The polo and diamond |
The cause of the cloud lining |
A life full of crime is the cause of foul rhyming |
Scale talk, jail talk |
Smoking what the bail costs |
Overnight hustler package in the mail, dawg |
Cigar rooms, hand shakes |
Whispers and your man wake |
Connect on the internet re-up on the fan page |
Block party, yacht party |
Wonder if your mans safe |
Talks to the feds so you wonder if the plan’s straight |
Lunch with the lawyer |
Dealing with the under boss |
None of y’all are speaking on the money that you come across |
Wifey wants you to quit |
Team wants you to go hard |
Looking at the beam and the block you can bogard |
You looking at the sky like oh god |
Mad high, hit your man like «Yo god» |
But he ain’t give you no nod |
And you wonder why the fast life’s so hard |
It ain’t a war till you wear a vest |
Masked up, airing techs |
That barrel whistle like a clarinet |
They say «Griselda» and they hear respect |
I worked my kitchen in my spot |
And up top I had to wear a net |
To get here took blood, tears, and sweat |
Stressed on that prison tear I set |
Can’t walk a mile in this pair of 'seppes |
Fendi belt with the red F’s |
Bulldog tucked down in it and it’s barking like DMX |
Rappers wanna make friends with us |
I’m only close to this plate |
And this blender and I shake grams in it |
It only take ten minutes |
And I come back with a bag |
Full of Fetti, so heavy |
You think there’s paint cans in it |
These rappers never had a half-ounce |
So why they rap about racks? |
And act out these war stories on Vlad’s couch |
Stove and the cooker |
The dope for the pushers |
It feels like Halloween |
It’s the Ghost and The Butcher |