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Mac Vill - Portside текст песни

Исполнитель: Mac Vill

альбом: Arted Mental


I dont play soldier, true to myself.
Due to the games culture.
Fluent in flow, soak up the flame focus.
Chains clank holding the mic on the stage hoping.
One day.
I could leave the city, really make a mark.
Live and learn follow destiny at major cost.
Thats how it seems lately.
Jot what I see daily.
Cant say amounts but i been about what I mean crazy.
Niggas really broke wanna talk what they dream maybe
One day. Till then my nigga you gotta be.
Common Sense
How it bug me my brothers dont wanna think.
In the sink dirty hands father wash me until I'm clean.
Oh lord,
Basic
I pray it dont make a loss and,
Give some blessings to niggas who loss ends.
Often scheming on bigger whips, lofts, Ms'
And bad bitch, hit from the backend call them
Lost gems.
On another note.
Buy her a bag
Tagging another tote.
Classy with ass smash on a trawler boat.
Fin a drop a new batch.
Stash at your momma crib.
On the fifth pull up with stacks she feeding all her kids.
Real.
Dont need a mask.
I'm finna blast off.
Last fall, no Cash.
And I ain't at Farg's.
Was cooking up at the crib.
Welcome to class y'all.
Watch me.
Moving too fast, phasing through mass.
Yall copy.
Yard blotchy,
Block is hot. God got me.
Charge for it. Pray everyone eyes watching.
Where he at.
Came through the back.
Still looking froze.
Garb icy.
Wiping your nose cuz of the cold.
You not like me.
Its Obvious tho.
The pure lights is blinding.
Me in the front row.
Order lobster with the shrimp.
Mobster with the fit.
Type to hit the opera with your bitch.
Swig of the contra.
No compromising this.
We in it bad.
Born kings.
Ain't into your things.
Just the pure things,
Don't do it for more make it a sure thing
Lit the match need a mill for the corp thing
Pull up to the port, slide down the coast
Make a toast clink
New to this motivation
Crucial to forming but sources often dangerous.
Packed with a case of imported ordered from foreign places
Can't trip off a miss
Trust me this here basic
Rose from ash like a Phoenix,
Joaquin the johnny cases
Cracker them dollar faces
Trusting that no amount is
Shake to a spliff
Young Quartermane with the grip
Sorta strange I admit
You know the game got no script
They falling short or remain the highest there if you stick
Try me, fore mention the core extension
Amor's redemption
Scored 11
Sure 7
Couldn't switch for the preference I pour the method
Blessed the flow, is destined to know the lessons
Some outgrown, but it beckons
Call me home. But I'm gone
In amounts
Count the seconds
On the clock or the watch
While I'm plotting with high perspective
Never stop
Young juggernaut
Got it locked, while she cock my weapon
She at mines, finna pop on spot, just for a necklace. Deque
Thats what she say, been Puerto Rican
In 3 states
Reach fatigue, fade back to the moment when shit just seem great
Aint that a twist in life, come and get a bit of the sweet taste
Not free, not for me, not for you
I came to clean plate

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