paroles de chanson Split Skully - One-2

Ay yo I drink water and read books
Up early when the sun looks blood shut
I'm doing burpees and some triangular push ups
Give all praises to the most high
Gun tucked, I know there's demons scheming close by
I hear their whispers as they try to jinx us
Watch us from a distance with a close eye
Looking back straight in their face
My enemies turn their gaze and start trembling
Dawg, it's evident you're afraid
All the shots that my opps had meant for me turned to strays
I'm unfazed
Protecting my energy burning sage
Had to cleanse his aura
Nerves shot from years of drug abuse
That fueled his paranoia
Felling my bones rattle, polish a pistol in the dark
See the slightest movement and shoot at my own shadow
Had to separate from fake friends and phony bitches
Whose only focus is the latest trends and taking pictures for the 'gram
Yo all that flash shit I don't like
You all about the appearance, I'm about the experience
Son, we out here trying to actually enjoy life
Doing shit that you don't really need to know about
Low key as I navigate up in these streets
Real G's move in silence just like Genovese
The world is yours I'm trying to carve a bigger piece
Murder anyone disturbing my calm and inner peace

We can get gully
If anybody ever try to take this shit from me
Yo you gon' take these bullets with you
That's a gift from me
I'll seal it with a kiss, emptying this clip fully in his bitch skully
You can bet we can get gully
On the pursuit of happiness trying get money
And anybody trying stop him gon' be left bloody
I'll leave him in his piss, leaking with a split skully
On the set, we can get gully

Stay in the shadows lurking, sleepless nights working
Death and taxes the only thing in this life for certain
I'm not impressed by ratchets twerkin'
You eager to tip here
I rather spit in the bitches face and snatch her Birkin
Crazier than the average person
They feared who I was before
Unaware I've become a more savage version
Cold hearted I don't have no feelings
I'm vacuum sealing packs, shipping them out of state to my man's
Building with visions of having millions
Never had no children
But I son'd a lot of rappers inside the town I live in
Barzini the name legendary
Long as I'm alive all my rivals will always be ranked secondary
Carry the cross, I drag it across
The marble tiles in Hell's Kitchen as I'm scratching the floors
Unaware of what destiny that I'm traveling towards
But I'm protected by the hands of the Lord
Ready for war
We can get gully