Patrick Starr - Going On текст песни

Flying in a drop like a lame jack
Made a threat, up in the daughter of the ...net
Yeah I stay, staying wet, bitch you wake up with a crook in your neck
It wasn't cause the way you slept
A player's rap, pay respect, or just save your breath
'for you get left for your chest tryina wave with with death
But gaf flavor net cash with the player nest
Sets nigga play your left, yes nigga place your bets
Sumo weight, buku cake
Only paper make the 2 go waste
Heavy pop make the chop like prince pops
Beeing 2 both shake, we the case we are coup and case
Real who gonn waste
The 8 men from drop with the cujo shake
Please better press on your hugo brace
Before my screwbolts break, ice heist gorilla
86 mike tyson scrilla, crazy crib white type and pillars
We them type of killers throwing red green white dykes chinchillas
Get your life spilled and the price of a milla
The right realer than the fight up in manilla
The price sake ...

Young fuck listen, I am now spitting
You are now hearing, crack cut different
Are you straight piffing and every nigga know I am
That dude to let me tell you where I stand
I could give a fuck about an album or an image
Or a baller any scrimnage, I will slaughter any killin
I am one of the second that be calling out the sinners

Like the one that was committed, like the one that was submitted
I'm the alter to the father and the son's holy spirit
I am not playing rapper with the people who ain't willing
To put money in my pocket that will stack up to the ceiling
I am lock loaded ready like the weapon I'm concealin
Yo lex, I got these niggas pushing, sitting down
Just run upon em with the pistol let it whistle round
I holler hit em up, you tear the tissue out, hahaha so what's the issue now?

Homie getting better as time passes rhyme grafic
Story line bars define classic
Niggas loose grip on reality try magic
Wishing they can reach my status, redesigned addict
With an acto for flippin words like birds getting paid off
Of most rap niggas or herbs, let the game soften
My main targets, I'm quick to test the gauge on em
Go for mard ...to laying up in the base coffin
I stay stalkin these ballers lifting they bars off em
I got killers that stay real and remain cautious
Cause niggas talk loud, walk around like they brave hearted
But start yellin as soon as they face charges
The claimed daughters of afroditas, these raps are majors
Start snitching like little kids in they tattle stations
I'm bout to rattle cages, take it to the next extreme
We body frozen and momy hopin it's just a dream.