Текст песни 76224 - THE ROACHEZ

Where did the time go
Tickin' the time bomb
Can I escape this place with you (76224)
How many more hours (76224)
Smoke into the wind
Hol' up
I'm not a goat but I fit the description
Me and my money we got a prescription
I got the bread to fill my nutrition
Gouda my cheese to keep my bros livin'
Vehement my jeans and my dawgs we stay winnin'
Call me the greatest like young Scottie Pippen
Pipe down lil shawty you gon get the dickin'
Shades on eyelids
Bitch gettin silence
Rappin' around all bout a party
Politicin' my opinion is hardly
Talent given God grace its happenin'
Sellin' out bodies and shirts man we samplin'
Beats all me, production is nasty
Gotta keep it real jus' like Rico Nasty
Hardly a roach man you know we stay clappin'

I got Headphones in the club cuz I don't trust the DJ
Levi's Chicago's beater like CJ
On my 29 bike cruising down first street
Like the 21 jump all my friends like Yeat
I got 23 heat let the 86 speak
But I'm flowing so hard got the flood knee deep
If the pussy ain't pink then you got about a week
If you got your Jordache jeans then you know I'm tryna link
If you wearing all that ice then I'm 'tanic tryna sink
Let the carbon sensor beep and the floor boards creek
Hearing Biggie speak since the tender age of teen
No steez bitch please get down on your knees
Cuz I got a lot of streams with the least amount of verse
Just memorize and rehearse
Pull up in a hearse but pretending I'm a nurse
If you let me operate, then I'll make your sick worse

(Woah)
Cause we gon' blow up this year
No scar, no fear
No job, just kids
Out momma crib
My boys and I ride or die (die)
Imma cash my check then re-up (woo)
Don't forgot where you started up