Текст песни The Gift - Malkovich Music

Back on my shit
What up motherfuckers
Back on my shit
Yippee-ki-ay
And all that shit
Get your trench coats out
Chincheck competition off a light buzz
Call my buddy up and bloody up your parking lot like Fight Club
This the scene in them Hollywood movies
Where the dude saves the world, gets the girl and the rubies
Everything is epic, you ain't know? get a angle
Me? please, I got a stranglehold
Crosshairs locking in, money pocketing
This ain't for us, our kids hungry, so we gotta win
Life's one big day with a bunch of naps
Building my empire, smoothing out the cracks
So the whole shit don't collapse, fuck that
Life ain't nothing but craps, fighting over scraps
And all just to have a spot to relax
Kick up with fam and shoot the shit like "what's the haps?"
Yeah, the world's a stage, this is act two
Out the belly of the beast just to go back through
Know what I'm saying
Shit is serious
Snow hustling
Bloody rain
It's a fucking hurricane
Serious like a suicide bomber
Kissed my mama
Bearhugs to the oldtimers
Next time you see me I'ma be worthy of your honor
Now I gotta go fight these piranhas
I live every day, no period, no commas
Live like the day of judgment's upon us
I seen the light, kid
And it was just like they described it
Like somebody hit a switch, I fell back blinded
Years on the grind, working the floor
With a voice in my head asking "what's it all for?"
Shooting down the road to ruin
Where every success leads me closer to my own undoing
A man who serves himself don't deserve the wealth
His fortunes will reverse to nil
Gotta reverse the spell
It's either that or a quick burst of shells
Now another hearse on the hill, for real
Die hard
This is the gift
Merry Christmas
It's that real
What you think is going on out here
Buckle up
Dress warm, watch your form
You in the forum
Gladiators out, coldcalling
The guy next to you, I feel for him
Swordsmen tore him up, quick fast
No one told him we was warring
Rain pouring but I stay scoring
Half of that is fear
Keeps me up nights yall stay snoring
Love's foreign to a soldier
It ain't the culture
Can't let it out or in
I just let the game choke me slowly
Till I drop and go green
Won't be no scream
Late night chats with my mans, frantic
Leaders, hustlers, stretched out, head in they hands
With tears in they eyes and don't know why
I'll tell you
You're a samurai till you die
Or somebody gives you a reason to keep breathing
I found mine and I'm never leaving, believe that
Hold your people close
It's getting cold out here