Текст песни Kill the Rat - Favour Abel

Mmhmm mmhmm mhmm mhmm
Mmhmm mhmmm mmhmm mhmm mhmm
Mhmmm mmhhmmm
Kill the rat, then you get to the money, and giddy up
Beam me up, swear you niggas, I swear that they don't want no problems
He can't talk to me
That lil boy he a random
In the major leagues, yea I'm the commander
Niggas plan their attack on me
All I know is gotta get the bread, like wheat
All my enemies, I know I'll defeat
Run it back, flood the streets, with a brand-new pack
Got these fat racks, stuffed inside my jeans
Got the gas on me, like my name Exxon
Imma run this shit up for eons
If you need someone, you can count on me

Ben Franklin, that's my best friend
Pray, I don't go off the deep end
Hood leprechaun how I push my luck, everything I do for a reason
Up in the sky I go
These niggas don't be practicing what they preaching
In the lighthouse I seen the boat
Shining my light, cause I know I'm the beacon
Niggas be plotting, 'n bitches be scheming
My enemies pray, they find me bleeding
When you talk to me, please watch your demeanor
I'm a masterpiece, like Mona Lisa
I'm still fighting my demons, level one
In the forest they doing their meeting
And scheming on me, laugh out loud
Ain't nobody coming to save you
When you call the police, pray to God
I can't fuck with these niggas
I swear like they got a disease, I'm A-ROD
By the way we be chasing the green, I'm a cheesehead

Kill the rat, then you get to the money, and giddy up
Beam me up, swear you niggas, I swear that they don't want no problems
He can't talk to me, that lil boy he a random
In the major leagues, yea I'm the commander
Niggas plan their attack on me
All I know is gotta get the bread, like wheat
All my enemies, I know I'll defeat
Run it back, flood the streets, with a brand-new pack
Got these fat racks, stuffed inside my jeans
Got the gas on me, like my name Exxon
Imma run this shit up for eons
If you need someone, you can count on me

Walking down the street with my golden touch
Who want smoke me?
Niggas hate on me, make-believe they living in Comic-Con
R.I.P Nipsey Hustle, treat my life like a marathon
I believed in my dreams, Willy Wonka
Bad energy, ignore it
All the drink we pour it, yea
Money, we grow it
I'm not myself, without the bread
Up where I'm going
All these deads can make a grave
I didn't know what to do with the deads
I'm just chasing that feeling again
If she love me, I'm spending them bands
Hope I don't crash, let's get it, let's go
Let's get it, let's go