[Verse 1: Skryptonite]
I want to say, but won't raise glass
To make them work, you gotta load an AK
We only do what's right
Gathering overcasts, not the clouds
We fooling around not for show
Keeping that heat that helps us get through the new 2k
In bimmers and in benzos, in lex or cruisers
Doesn’t matter what kind of car my beat will crush your body into feces
Music's just a screen
We're pulling thrown lasso
And our style is always a trap
Only THC or McCallan can relax us
Throwin' down like New Orleans
Pelicans
We stick our middle fingers in the camera lenses
Since childhood we know who scammers are
We givе away no worse style than Americans
Whеn my shit releases, streets know, bitch, i don't need no banners
[Verse 2: ALBLAK 52]
White as winter, on the line, Alga Kazakhstan (Salaam)
JILLZAY and 52 are fat, just like beshbarmak (Yum)
Who would have thought? Bro, who would have told me?
But I've always worked like I've known everything for a long time
I mean, it's what you want that matters
Why listen to someone if I am a linguist myself?
I got more thoughts in one verse than a podcast (Yeah)
My rap's a desert, no water comes out of it (Nah-ah)
Music ain't no game
There ain't no rules, somebody fucked you up (Get the fuck out of here)
We do what our soul says, and we'll never be the ones to lose dry (Yo, Salaam)
[Verse 3: Skryptonite & ALBLAK 52]
So fuck their commercials (52), their loans (52)
We're outside of the banking system
I mean whole neighborhoods, cities and countries
We woke up very late, even though we are early risers
All the blocks (52), the districts, the cities
So fuck their commercials, their loans
We're outside of the banking system
I mean whole neighborhoods, cities and countries
We woke up very late, even though we are early risers
All the blocks, the districts, the cities