paroles de chanson Now - Crispi & Flaki

I'm sick of these rats you a mouse
Just keep my name out your mouth
You spreading that shit all around
Now
It's turning me bad like The Count
I'm sick of these bitches that doubt
I got the gas and I douse
All of my battles I trounce
Now
You should just give me my crown

Do all I can, I am the man
When I'm on the beat you play it again
And play it with friends
I am the man
Stick where I stand, I do not bend
Don't even try cuz you ending up dead
Covered in red, I am the man
Connected like LAN and the Wi-Fi
Me and my boys got the hive mind
Up in the air like it's Sky High
Bitch I could make you go bye bye
If this doesn't work I'll die try
I am the captain say aye aye
You are Jim Carey you lie lie
Can't see my world up with my eye
I got some money to make
All of your money be fake
Money tree falling it's right on the ground
So I might just gonna grab me a rake
Got all my bread in a case
Shit getting hot so I baste
I got so much stacks I'm spending it fast
You probably thought I was in race
Bring back the old beat
You don't wanna owe me
High like Kenobi
You got the old knees
You can't D Rose me
You do not own me
I make my own beats
You are below me

I'm sick of these rats you a mouse
Just keep my name out your mouth
You spreading that shit all around
Now
It's turning me bad like The Count
I'm sick of these bitches that doubt
I got the gas and I douse
All of my battles I trounce
Now
You should just give me my crown

Think he don't know the name of the song need the shit right now
I might go thru your car, hit a lick right now!
I peeped your catalog and its shit, might frown
They be thinkin they lit, see me, sit right down
I got bitches with the shits
My roster lit, Mike Brown
Yea they ain't bouta snitch, yea
They all jus want some dick need a fix
I still think with my head can't go out like a bitch
I said I was done dating, outside with the kids
I can't settle, I keep takin L's like The Miz
That's okay cause my focus right back on the biz
Don't play poker, not eatin', bitch I'm bout the chips
And he talkin' wild, get put on a list
Like that ain't my style, I speak through decisions
Like if he barkin' down Imma give him a chance
But if I press that dial he'll end up in a ditch (fuck is he talking bout?)
Woah
Smoke gas, shit potent
You had something to say, nigga hold it
You ain't know your flow old, it's corroded
That boy spida talkin hot Imma note it
He don't Wanda fight put the gun down get folded
Get turnt to an extra, my story, I wrote it
And these niggas don't understand how I sew this shit together
I'm sick of the rats, niggas just want the cheese
End the beef like I got your shorty on her knees
Talkin bread? Like I spent a lot up on these jeans
Gotta go fuck her friend, I gotta keep it p (okay)
If you don't think I'm lit check the stats
Say you better than me then you tapped
Never folding too much on my back
My life been bout the kids and a stack
(Hold up ima just leave it like that, spida)

I'm sick of these rats you a mouse
Just keep my name out your mouth
You spreading that shit all around
Now
It's turning me bad like The Count
I'm sick of these bitches that doubt
I got the gas and I douse
All of my battles I trounce
Now
You should just give me my crown