Текст песни Zealand - 4KPHIL.

Nat King Cole, the way I flip the script
They wanna get rid of this
Riddle this:
Fucking baby mommas and they mistresses
Started out tedious and devious
Now I got a flock of white women like I'm Uncle Sam
A hundred grand won't even cover all the trauma and blessings
Hitman on the weekends, boy I kill for profession
I'm ill with the weapon
Fighting demons every day like I was playing some Tekken
So no need for the questions
These niggas learning their lesson
Came for a beast in a cage, you gonna end up as seconds
Won't play for seconds or thirds
Gave her the curve with the Kershaw, I'm pitching to her
With lyrics and words, my pastor out here spitting the word
To express the way I need this shit like Biggie and Faith
Praise God, Praise God, every day with the faith
Take time, take time, nigga good with the waist
Bassline baseline, Kobe Bean in the paint

Look your daddy in his eyes before you talk to me slick
Looked my killer in his eyes while the judge gon' acquit
I ain't never told a lie and I ain't never a bitch
Look my kid in his eyes, I said, "daddy got this"
Look your daddy in his eyes before you talk to me slick
Looked my killer in his eyes while the judge gon' acquit
I ain't never told a lie and I ain't never a bitch
Look my kid in his eyes, I said, "daddy got this"