Текст песни Memento Mori - UvierMyGod

If you ain't never drop a soldier you can't diss em with a k
Ion give fuck bout your raps nobody believing what you say
You ain't really driving foreigns
You ain't really pushing weight
You ain't road running shit boy you ain't ever left your state
All that jewelry probably fake
That designer probably fake
Them lil guns probably fake
Everything about you fake
You a grown ass man eating off another man's plate
Drawers dirty
Breathe stank ass homie
Probably fucked up on your bitch yet you still call me big homie
You ain't ready to go war, you need to nut up
& You ain't really want that smoke shut the fuck up

Bitch I smell like hood cologne
Solid brick paco rabbane
Speak in person not on phones
See me in person leave me alone
I ain't never bother no one but I ain't taking me no shit
You ain't gone take me for no bitch
On my unborn kids
You got me fucked up
Even if you died I wouldn't roll yo ass up
You a bottom shelf blunt
You a pussy and a punk
Probably like bishops daddy in the yard you getting fucked
Do some strange for some change
But even more for a buck
You the type to Catch a body then throw up
Im the type to send a whole 100 rounds into your truck
Roll a blunt and smoke it up
I'm the type to put it down on whatever I'm standing on
Put that on my daddy's mom
If you know me then you know that already my word is bond

Trust me when I tell you that facade eventually gone break
& All that fake love they been showing gone turn into hate
Like what happened to your big homie why he don't come around
Cause you thought had the keys but he got ran outta town
& I know that he yo dog but Ima put his ass down
I ain't never like the circus Ion be round no clowns
He ain't swimming with the sharks guaranteed that he drown
Now he sleeping with the fishes, he ain't gone make a sound