Текст песни RUE CLARK. - Wlfkt

Yo you know my son WLFKT in the building
My son, Yung Heat came with the heater, nah mean?
Niggas like to act like we ain′t hungry like the wolf
And we ain't coming with the heat
Man, we ain′t here to play dawg
We here to eat your fucking food
Don't fucking play dawg
I'm out here all day
Y′know, me and my sons, its the family
We just tryna get better, you nigga tryna be bitter
Nah mean
We out here and we hurting yall
We hurting yall son
Best believe it, They dont call me pops for no reason
Ya nah mean
I′m out here poppin niggas
Givin bus fare and wisdom to all you street mufuckas
Fuck with me dawg

We just one in the same
Never tamed by life daydreaming again
Lost is cold nights no stranger to change
I guess these Ot babies just changing the game
Yeah
Shifting up locations like we on the run
Now we gotta plan to link like it's vacation sun
I′ve been skating on the rink of health and hella fun
Micro dosing magic mush, then adjust my microphone
Damn
Ugh
What's this life now?
I went from 2 girls wid my cup till no more nights out
I′ll go from knocking every boot to knock yo lights out
And If you talking on the wolf then what's your pack bout?
Ugh
Mines simple and clear
Everything can change in the span of a year
She was giving good top now top of her peers
She was gonna get a rock but I needed to steer
Yeah
Ugh
Young nigga staying focused
Had to tell her to her face that work was gettin Joe Rogan
She was perfect for the kid but the water stay flowin
So if the paper keeps coming then I gotta get going

This is what its like when the clock stop ticking
You was on my mind but the time still different
If I look away I know that my ambition
Will start to fade away and feel the tight grip slipping
I′m trippin
Yeah
I'm trippin
Yeah
I'm trippin
I′m trippin
I′m trippin

I gave you up so she'd feel good and then I got a key
Then I went 3 for 3 like MJ back in 93
Lately OT cap like its chance 3
I guess that′s happen when the acid cleanse your memory
Yeah
Ahh shit they want more but the air still dry Cornelius Fillmore
This is not the album it's the fucking grand tour
But I′m still on track but the track still far
How much time is this man spending on intro
Write day and night like he got fucking twin tho
Lit like my cig better open up the window
Need a Lisa Bonet mixed with a Jhene Aiko
If this is what I want, I never say no
On rue Clark boucin round a potato
Tabaco in my lungs, got these bottles on a pay roll
It's okay though when I saw your face I knew I had to stay low
And I don′t want that