Текст песни Siberia - Brice Wilson

Yea, It's London time
Had to switch up both wrists
You know that I'm too sick
With the ice on get frostbit
I'm on one
Bars hittin' like Izzy
Ain't a legend worldwide but am one in my city
In this game I'm an all star
Pull up in a sports car
Pull up in a Jaguar
Yeah I'm taking it that far
Keep it lowkey no hook
Light it up like a Molotov
But when go and drop this shit
It's a chain reaction and I set it off

Do you know who you fucking with
It's me who be running shit
I ain't ducking shit
Tell my enemies to go suck a dick
Coming up like the butcher
Got the flow like the machine
I ain't from the Westside
But I got the Gunn and I let it ring
If I'm talking now you better listen up
Bitches say I don't do enough
Bitches say they proud of me
But they turn around try to call my bluff
London, UK, man I gotta pay homage
Talent there is insane, man y'all really got it
Prison cell and I'm confined
Bring it back gotta rewind
Ain't 21 but a Savage now
You know I'm on demon time
Stand tall gotta keep my ground
Quiet now don't make a sound
If you throw a punch you going down
Cause what goes around comes around

Making hits making plays
You hot now it's just a phase
Drowning but I ride the wave
Imma get it now, no debate
People hate but they losing
Bitches fake and they snoozing
People really think I'm pressed
But I'm in a car just cruising

Too many flows
Too many hoes
Pulling up to the function
Sold out shows
We going home
Scope out and I'm hunting
Too many bars can't keep us
Save a clip for the reaper
Talent showing can't beat us
They learning that I'm a teacher
Chill out in the living room
Rap shit what I really do
Take this shit to the backyard
Show you how I really move
Recording this on my iPhone
Got this from the AppStore
Flying high to my home
Don't even need a passport
I ain't beefing with nobody
I ain't answer no DMs
Slaughtered his ass on a track
Got mad for no reason
I ain't worry bout these dumb rappers
Most of them my fucking clones
Like I said I'm in the major league
I don't strike out, I bring it home
I be on my Drake shit
Saucing now cause I'm A1
Customers get mad at me
I stand back and I act dumb
I ain't really for talking
But we can talk money
I ain't with all that shit
Most of y'all be acting funny, I'm out

Must of forgot who the fuck I was
Be real