Текст песни Story - Est Kay

Nowadays situations little B's moving Reckless
Can't save them they in the Casket
N coming
For their Parents
Money on his head his Friend took the contract He's a Savage
They take opportunities Anyway they can grab it Suicidal killer crew
New York city General
The type to kill they way
To million if they have to
In the dark they don't Budge
And wait for you like a statue
Broad daylight 2 pocket Rockets
Don't make them chase You
Execute his A like spades
One and a possible
Brung the west to the east
Peel your top like a Grapefruit
Clapped up in his whip Give his Mercedes a funeral
Hard d for your B
60 shots for you
He's a death-wish
Dead man walking
No life Insurance easy Targets not important
Killed like a abortion
They leave you dead in the Streets
You with the shits they kill You quick
Road trips to the end of the Country for the whole shit Red Scorpion cut vanilla Nesquik
They flip their money Through music there's no Stopping them
They got Killers
For the Hitters that's Protecting Them
They see the bigger picture Now because they painting It
When it comes to money Rather kill before they play With it
Financial planning s Before shooting practice Aiming it
House no mortgage pay for Too long to refinance it
The complexion of Nicotine
N die by addiction, Take the soul out the body Because they life got Evicted
Don't get killed for talking Explicit
Another young statistic Dropping Jewels but they Missed it
N losing & throw B fits,
My hood is like Hot Grits No more stop in frisk More intended targets Miss