Текст песни Rage - 637godwin

Flip to the pain (Okay yuh)
Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down)
Trouble on me like labor day
I talk about money,(Right) sex drugs it's funny (That's true)
Niggas all want something from me
I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney

Flip to the pain (Okay yuh)
Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down)
Trouble on me like labor day
I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true)
Niggas all want something from me
I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney

Put me on a pully I'ma feel like I'm on top now
That bitch really did the mean that she giving me top now
I've been driving so fast I don't think I'll ever gon slow down
Got oh forty on me and all these motherfuckers get mowed down

Like right now, cook ah nigga up like some Kung Pao
They known fit the fat, they jacking my style
Making song for a minute a long while
And I know that everybody gon say
And i bet they don't rap with this word play
So think twice if you think you gon hurt me
I gotta flight I said ara the third chay

Flip to the pain (Okay yuh)
Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down)
Trouble on me like labor day
I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true)
Niggas all want something from me
I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney

Flip to the pain (Okay yuh)
Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down)
Trouble on me like labor day
I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true)
Niggas all want something from me
I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney

I rap ignorance, all this money gettin spent
All these niggas really being my pets
I'm the teacher so I might need a vest
Send a check bitch I need in advance
Broke her neck with the Louis in my pants
Card again bitch you know that I bought it, the Whatch-Mah call it

This money be croning
I know that I said I'm alone
But don't bother, please don't bother hittin my phone
When I'm in my mind in my Zone
I'm feeling better, I feel the weather all on my own

Flip to the pain (Okay yuh)
Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down)
Trouble on me like labor day
I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true)
Niggas all want something from me
I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney

Flip to the pain (Okay yuh)
Feel the rage (Yeah) Get out my way (down)
Trouble on me like labor day
I talk about money,(Right)sex drugs it's funny (That's true)
Niggas all want something from me
I drop the mic and I hit the Corroney