paroles de chanson Oleg's Flight - The Alchemist , Fashawn

This is dedicated to you the halfway crook
Pokin' bitches on
Facebook
Same lame get his chain took

I throw flames let his frame cook
Glad bags and black mags is the season
Motherfucker I don't get mad, I get even
Burnin' the devils, let us out the Garden of Eden
20 deep in the park, pardon my heathens
We all here, Grizzy Gang playing your pallbearers
I support the right to arm bears
Long stares, I'll lift you out your lawn chair, nigga
Better keep 'em calm when the Don's near
This is cloud rap off a loud pack
Committin' foul acts wit' a wild batch
A game havin', chain snatchin'
Crime figures, you know, my niggas
Fuckin' wit'?? thugs out to get scratch like a lottery ticket
Never stoppin' my mission, nigga, uh

This is dedicated to you the halfway crook
Pokin' bitches on
Facebook
Same lame get his chain took

It's only logic that I gotta be the motherfuckin' man
If you could empathize with me then you would understand
That I'm an over achiever, a born leader
That was taught to never ever leave the house without a heater
And for the dearly departed, pour out a couple liters
And let 'em sink in the cement
Niggas said that I graduated from schemin', well, maybe not
Still California Dreamin', a parking lot full of Impalas and Beamers
A couple yachts, bitches swallowin' my semen
Shoe box full of dollars for no reason
I'm a problem best believe it
Vomit like I'm bulimic over somethin' supersonic
Kinda rhymin' procedures, ironic
My competition's just a bunch of juniors, Cuba Goodings???, in fact life is Russian Roulette
Only way to win, if you do it to death
It's F