Текст песни Barrow A Toast - Syn Suitcase

Slip in the kirk
Spit a prayer and hope you don't get murked
Slipping a fist to the phonys tryna fire back and I aint tryna get their word

Pause this fucking tape and let the filters pass through the soul
I'm the type of mother fucker to slip a foot in their ass till their feces corrade
And I let these letters know

Cruz and the other gaggle of dawgs set in the row
I'm all gone in the mind today but the hoes will know
I'm sorry Tris and Mace my betrayed ways outta my arm space and gone on the low

Osum the reason I'm rapping today, making this album with the homies I roll with
I don't smoke, but I smoke with
I don't sling dope, but I'd sling dope with

Load the .45 colt, pull on him and I'd bolt
Cold in this place causes the sore throat
let's build this boat, sail in the seas looking for dolphins n' sea life to provoke

If I'm dead they'd know the door code
Set my body afloat, make all the women soak
The top 5 the goat
But today I'm gone so let's all raise a toast