paroles de chanson Black Mass - Pouya , Terror Reid

Yuh, A to the L to the L to the B to the U to the T
Throw a 6 in that bitch
Now that I'm rich, I got enemies waiting for me
To end up in a ditch, yuh
Now that I'm lit, I got hoes that want dick
For a chance at a picture of Baby Bone live in the flesh
Blow out my brain, I'm ready to rest
What's next? This life is a loop and a test
I'm sick of the fame, look at my face
I'm digging my grave, done being a slave
Ride with the flame, I been makin' noise, I'm not new to this game
I'm sick of the Range, I-95, I'm just switching them lanes
.45 barrel pointed at my brain, A to the B to the 6
Not a damn thing changed, boy

Ayy, uh
Bitch, I'm in downtown South Beach, dick gonna swang
Lickem 'til dey sang boy, tongue got twang
Cooked in the stu', bet shit 'bout to bang
Big REID with the gator, takin' ev-ery-thing
Honey real thick, need a bite real quick
Got a lot on my plate like Nick, shit
I'ma hit 'em with the venom, down south where I send 'em
Take it all, whole block stop when I call
Look at the mutant, don't try nothin' stupid
My eyes on a da bag, bitch there ain't nothin to it
I do it, I did it, I ain't never split it
Got hate in my eyes, bitch, I am not finished
The wickedest knee, horror I breathe
Might cop a soul wit' my devilish steez
I did it with ease, just blowin' off steam
It's R-E-I-D, bitch, hauntin' your dreams