paroles de chanson Alpha - IshDARR

Army of wolves, swear I keep 'em with me
(They on go, they on go, they on go, they on)
We stacking every dollar 'till we all filthy
(Bankrolls, bankrolls, bank-)

I think it's just that time, aw, nah- not again
I'm sticking to my roots, can't let no new niggas in
Keep the wolves on go
Chuck the 4
Represent
And you can say we planned it, this was always the intent, this was always the in-

Ever since last summer
Told the motherfuckers I would be a problem, wait
Momma wanna move to North Carolina, get a crib and a fucking lake
Knowing that when I perfect that shit, I'm taking all of y'all awards away
Nineteen, and too energized, guess I had a real sweet tooth today
Booth at day, I work at night, ain't come to play, we dynamite
Lit whenever they arrive, it's lit whenever they arrive
Probably cooling with my dad
All black champion
He said that's all he ever raised
Spent all winter making Gems
Plotting Mil's out all summer
Gmail Millz sent some thunder
Tell my story
Up the bass under
Shawty told me to quit the lame drama
No twitter beefing, no bad karma
One year, we in Europe nigga
Zig Zags, couldn't find swishers
At the high school, taking fan pictures, no

Army of wolves, swear I keep 'em with me
(They on go, they on go, they on go, they on-)
We stacking every dollar 'till we all filthy
(Bankrolls, bankrolls, bank-)

I think it's just that time, aw, nah- not again
I'm sticking to my roots, can't let no new niggas in
Keep the wolves on go
Chuck the 4
Represent
And you can say we planned it, this was always the intent, this was always the in-

Ask why I'm on that
Serene panda got the tat
Only the start, we gone break a Guinness
Hardest shit up out the Mil' in a minute
Gotta peel, peel, peel, when I finish
Ain't no deal 'till they sign my niggas
Biker denim yeah, with all the zippers
Keep the vans on, or the high ones
I'm the high one, on my Nas shit
I'm like God's son, making classics
They forgot one, I've been working
Nine-six killed yelling Shaolin
Around this motherfucker but barely see him
Ex's and a couple foreigns up in my DM
Roses for you all, so please and thank you, don't be rude, don't be ungrateful
Pay my dues, put on my spacesuit
Recommend, but they can't make you
Set the trend and then we break through
This that growing up no cable
In my room writing shit to get me higher than some halos

Army of wolves, swear I keep 'em with me
(They on go, they on go, they on go, they on-)
We stacking every dollar 'till we all filthy
(Bankrolls, bankrolls, bank-)

I think it's just that time, aw, nah- not again
I'm sticking to my roots, can't let no new niggas in
Keep the wolves on go
Chuck the 4
Represent
And you can say we planned it, this was always the intent, this was always the in-

This was always the in-
This was always the in-
This was always the in-
This was always the in-

Keep on yelling, "who the next to go?"
I'm still dodgin' that bull, Jimmy to DRose
My heart's shiverin', zero degrees below
Nickel for my thoughts? Fuck that, I need a bankroll
Talking back when I was young
Lisp like I'm ODB
Wrote this back up in my papa basement back in Racine
I'm rarely care what they think
Might catch me at the skate rink
Posted some where you'll never know, I'm in my black Tee
Now you do what I say so
07' in a polo
Let's level up
Elevate like we supposed to do
I notice you been bluffing over your shoulder, no that ain't cool
I been saving some careers
Spit that sickening
That's the flu
So all that other shit, man I don't wanna hear:
"Mister too bad bitches old soul young spirit"
I been workin' on my craft, while they focus on appearance
In the same black pants, but I don't care cause my shit trending
Sting like open cuts
Say I'm far from done, I used to pack a lunch
And now I'm packin' movin' bruh
Safe to say we movin' up
Constantly but I don't break too much, I fuckin' need to
Even at the bottom, make them motherfuckers see you
(Make them motherfuckers see you)
(Make them motherfuckers see you)
One day they gon' see you
Don't let them hate the movement
Nigga we just keep it movin', groovin' like the 70's, remember?
Niggas telling me "aw, maybe more practice"
Nah, I actually been had it
Y'all was always jaw jackin
Then I dropped second, nigga
Please, shut that shit up
Hotel Luxembourg, my papa still rolling spliffs up
Two-milli, three-milli fuck it, I'm gonna need four
Still to society still labeled an average negro
I do it for my
I do it for my