Killer Mike - The Rap Monument | Текст песни

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• Killer Mike
• The Rap Monument

(Verse)
Twelve hammers, I'm so f*ckin' rich to death
Betta call my hearse
My hearse a 74402 with the all wood peel in it
And a picture perf'
My automobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold young chick down in ol' mobile
My stacks so fat, can't even hold that
Befo' that, lay flat, like a lag, no wheel
Lay flat, like a lag, no wheels, fo' real
Had to have the hater move crack fo' real
Who crack fo' real, no barnish
When I rap, my rap -ish fo' real
So you rappin' ass rappin' ass ratchet ass
Look me now, and listen to these raps fo' real
Cuz I don't give a fuck if you blood out
Cuz I draw blood fo' real
Tryna hang in my city, tryna see it ^&*()
You will get hit fo' real
Mackin' tha' hoes ye ain't hit fo' ish
I set you up fo' the lucid man
Betta snatch yo holmes, betta have yo -ish
Betta have quick hands like gucci man
We then tryna have mo' brick hand
Tryna get here fo', betta be strapped like Clifford
It's the big black all day dripper
With the big black pistol
I suggest you confess where you keepin' all the money
Mr. At The Worse you see a hearse
But at the best he just repels to whip ya
Good to see ya child be livin'
Lord, have mercy, please forgive em
GO!

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