paroles de chanson The Black Flag (feat. Mark 4ord) - Mic Bles

The beauty of the struggle out the trenches below the surfaces
Still making loot off the chorus and the verses is
Streets are merciless ain't never paint a picture perfect
Connected to my city like I'm speaking this in cursive
The legacy, longevity, your friends will turn to enemies
Or vice versa no propaganda, gimmicks or commercials
Patience is a virtue, tighten up your circle
Tighten up your hustle because this game this shit will murk you
Its gutter shit from my last dollar grind with a rhyme
Been doin this longer then I haven't in my lifetime
The Ox representative there's movies in the sentences
And drop more jewels that's out the mental than your necklaces
Feed the people out the needle bleed cerebral
Worship to the gods from the prayers at cathedrals
Liven in the moment really feelin we so far from death
Not many left and any day can really be your last breath

Apparently, ya'll failed to see its all brail to me
I know I'm dope, ya'll just railed a key, liquid kerosene
My era kings, disrespect my people niggas airing things
Oxnard California were I'm at that's were the devil be
You smell the sea, hating niggas salty that's that jealousy
My care is free, free from all them pussy's who just stare and tweet
The rarest breed, ask Mic Bles we be comparing heat
Tear them streets up, we laid back like McLaren seats
Dare the beast, that's the word homie and its blaring speech
How dare these bitch as niggas though, the never he
Work the cleats, got it out the mud so I deserve a feast
Learn to cheat the system for its burning, that's a third degree
Murder plea got me under oath, then its perjury
Certainly, young Mark Forty you had to heard of me
Surgery every time I'm cutting flows surgically
Infirmary, pool of burgundy were them curtains be, its forty nigga