Текст песни SILK ROAD - Anfa Rose
Yeah,
yeah
A
lot
of
M's
in
my
sight,
yeah,
yeah
Reap
what
you
sow,
live
out
what
you
write,
yeah,
yeah
I'll
stay
ten
toes
for
like
four
or
five
(plus)
One
God
above,
help
me
see
wrong
from
right
(yeah)
That
shit
get
old
for
real
(yeah)
Cost
my
soul
for
real
(yeah)
Shit
could
get
cold
for
real
(yeah)
My
cards
don't
fold
for
real
(yeah)
My
ties
ain't
bought
for
real
(yeah)
My
feet
don't
let
up
(yeah)
My
whip
four
O's
for
real,
yeah
I'm
off
Rosé
doing
oysters
for
lunch
And
my
brodie
got
my
back
when
it's
crunch
I
keep
the
finest
flowers
crushed
in
my
lungs
And
from
the
feet
up
you
got
all
that
I
want
Blеw
funds,
had
fun
so
I'm
replacing
the
funds
I
keep
one
hand
on
you
and
onе
on
my
gun
I'm
lacing
up,
I
got
a
city
to
run
I
got
shit
lit
but
I
got
plenty
to
come
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Damn
right,
I'm
who
I
am
(oh)
Damn
right,
I
make
'em
mad
Damn
right,
ain't
no
comparing
(oh)
Damn
right,
I'll
make
amends
Damn
right,
I
work
O.T
(oh)
Damn
right,
I
work
the
mic
Damn
right,
it's
overnight
Ain't
no
one
night,
it's
every
week
They
hustle
backwards
and
it
just
don't
make
no
sense
to
me
I'm
out
to
get
what
I
deserve,
whatever's
meant
for
me
(yeah)
All
for
the
legacy
(yeah)
Make
bread,
break
bread
with
me
(yeah)
Don't
feed
into
jealousy,
yeah
I'm
off
Rosé
doing
oysters
for
lunch
And
my
brodie
got
my
back
when
it's
crunch
I
keep
the
finest
flowers
crushed
in
my
lungs
And
from
the
feet
up
you
got
all
that
I
want
Blew
funds,
had
fun
so
I'm
replacing
the
funds
I
keep
one
hand
on
you
and
one
on
my
gun
I'm
lacing
up,
I
got
a
city
to
run
I
got
shit
lit
but
I
got
plenty
to
come
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
Oh-oh,
oo-woah
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