Текст песни Napalm - J. Crum

Don't try to dilute me 100 proof got the juice you seek
Bullet proof you shoot it don't get through no you couldn't bruise the beast
Why ya whole flex on lease stop testing my blessings I'm heading directions you
That you couldn't see
Kinda fell off but I'm back on my feet tried to take my throne but I'm back in my seat
Man I ain't bragging I'm backing it up racking up hits and im stacking them bucks
Rappers wrapped up in the back of the truck
Had to pack em all up left em back at the dump
Baby got hands ain't packing no pump packing a punch for those lacking of trust
Didn't wanna gas me I'm passing em up teaching the path man I'm passing the buck
Run in your house
Putting my foot in your couch
We ain't budging
Hand to the plow
Man i gotta get it for my spouse
Ou she love me
Always keep it 1 thou
Baby keep serving them sounds oo we buzzing
Gimme more rounds
Baby gonna put em all down
Ouu we leaving broken pieces of futons
Yall been sleeping like too long
Boy I'm ringing the alarm
Y'all been feening for new dawns
Broken pieces of futons
Yall been sleeping like too long
Boy I'm ringing the alarm
What y'all want what y'all need boy I got it
Boy my stock blowing up like a rocket
Hearing y'all selling death for profit
Gotta give em what they need gotta stop it
Boy boy
I got that napalm fore I take off
You might wanna catch this wave ugh boy my ranks up
Boy boy
I got that napalm fore I take off
You might wanna catch this wave ugh boy my ranks up
I don't really pay for clout
Coming in cause a scene then I'm out
Boy I got melodies for the bounce
Boy I got remedies for the drought
Ouu my shots wet look
Need more o's on my check look
I don't need gram for the flex look
I just need bands for the nest if I don't get it still blessed
No y'all don't get it man I'm rich in love
Ain't faded by the critics no switching up
Ain't nobody quitting man i get the dub
Ain't nobody quitting too much sweat and blood
Drug through mud still came out winning
Grill still shining and my wheels still spinning
Stock still rising, still breaking all limits
Faith in the timing, God keeps me grinning
Running my race focused on running my lane
We can't slow down
Making these gains we ain't never running from pain
We take control now
Handing out fades to anybody stuck in our way
We on the road now
Directed by faith boy we do what he say
Ouu we leaving broken pieces of futons
Yall been sleeping like too long
Boy I'm ringing the alarm
Y'all been feening for new dawns
Broken pieces of futons
Yall been sleeping like too long
Boy I'm ringing the alarm
What y'all want what y'all need boy I got it
Boy my stock blowing up like a rocket
Hearing y'all selling death for profit
Gotta give em what they need gotta stop it
Boy boy
I got that napalm fore I take off
You might wanna catch this wave ugh boy my ranks up
Boy boy
I got that napalm fore I take off
You might wanna catch this wave ugh boy my ranks up