paroles de chanson Fistful of Real - Lord Apex

Woah Woah
(Woah woah woah)
(You know they call me one take jake)
(Really?)
(Not really)
(I call myself that nigga what, feel that?)

Look, from the spliff that I lifted in hell,
Smoke with the devil putting piff on the scale,
Keep you bitch on the world, she was shifty as well,
Kick it like bell, ripped it might well,
Barred em like jail, leave em all erased,
All the bulls in my parade, cus I let em out the cage
Got gorillas on the stage, niggas moving militant for haze,
Nothing different but they living you like lizard in a maze,
Like you never gon′ change, tell yourself it is a phase,
And you gon' drown in a pool of you ego,
I always hit the plug for the reload,
Ghoul for the cheatcodes, judged in my street clothes,
But still get the G though, now they call me apex,
A for anarchy, always kept it war ready,
Military khaki, shawty for bukkakes,
Looking like Trinity from matrix,
Black boots, black shades, never bass,

(She sounds peng eh?)
(Always gotta switch it up on them, you know)
(Every time I do some shit)
(Get out there with the binoculars and shit, it′s all crazy)
(Its cool though)

Creativity never runs out on this side, trust me, slide

Steady elevation, cruddy and sedating,
Life I'm debating, if its gonna end soon,
Head out to my dojo cus I really need the head room,
Rest in peace prodigy, was really for the culture,
Buck shot billie shoot the beak off a vulture (vulture)
Keep at least three in the holster (what)
What you gonna do when they approach you boy?
Cus we some thugged out niggas, like
Couple thugged out boys
On the couch at the party, making thugged out noise
Couple thugged out boys, smoked out on the couch
Couple drugged out boys, but just marijuana
(It's just that, nutin′ else)