Maffew Ragazino - River Phoenix текст песни

Pants sagging in my hat low
Show up to your black and white affair in my bathrobe
Furry slippers, Polo socks, what an asshole
No class, no coups, so irrational
Can't explain, he's insane, must be bath salt
Molly crew, paper gang, money back coat
You could tell by mopping shoes and her back block
You could tell by your big shoes and her back broke
Sad, but shed your crocodile tears
Said it to go medley 'till that be a pants here
Nobody think shit stinks until it's smeared in your face
Motherfucker, now take a look in your mirror
Fuck your life, pussy nigga, fuck your life
This my third, I died twice, might fuck once, but not twice, no
New Jersey drive, hot wire, joy rider
Get her high, kick her out, sky dive her
Death Row, only thing that we missing is suge
I stood over your misses, I'm so misunderstood
I look down at the top of a scalp
Real niggas know what I'm talking about (talking about)
When she go home you give her mouth to mouth
Two roads diverged, I emerged on a paper route
Rick James, I'll stand in your freaking couch
Bottles of Bordo I'm balling Timothy Couch
I'm in the building, my nigga, I'm in the house
I'm in the building, my nigga, I'm in the house
Embracing my angels, dancing with demons
I'm overdosing.. River Phoenix.

That mean I'm tailing since pale flyest thing in the field
Got your bitch naked in heels, iron steaming my bills
Implemented my game, re-instated the real
Flow is like Persian brown, define Hollywood heels
This shit is genius, how I slide in seamless
Supply the sequence with some G shit, break it down to pieces

Mock is the real, so block the Colosseum
Ya'll niggas with just like Wakim, you couldn't win by cheating
Beasting on anything that you press play
Writing with..stick it intention in the West Bank
Fresh franks, line up the wallet inside the skylids pocket
So if that convo ain't about dollars ain't got time to chop it
Stop it, hater, you don't really know what you're doing
Y'all niggas sweet, who you think you're fucking fooling?
Heard they out there fronting on the kid
You never know hard that wallet is until you run into it.

Beefing whoever we after equals disaster
Uno when it comes to that China, he Zen master
LV the loafer, while sitting on sofa
We bow tie killers, classy enough for a coaster
Worldwide paper, oh, we globally getting dough
Mami got good brain, I just get it and go
Fuck these niggas talking, they ain't talking shit
If we ain't freaking like conversing I just talk to your bitch
I, I'm from the hood where they pistol play
Shoot who's talking, you could get killed over the shit you say
All I need is a bad bitch Patron and an ounce
Ass fat and she gotta be good with her mouth
I chase money, NY by ways of the south
Tear the town up a couple of grand and I'm out
Out, third strike you're in jeopardy, nigga
About my strikes, blowing that whistle, no referee, nigga
Surviving the concrete hard for refugee nigga
You fucking with me you on ass to the ecstasy, nigga
Niggas broke cut get corners becoming whinos
Just know what's a stand P when you clash with a rhino.