roughneck - donny & the beatchef lyrics
[verse 1: sosa]
check, let’s go
welcome to the era of the trife life
it’s like, off wit’ his head for the right price, quite nice
night life, living for the day i grip a mic tight
x*ray vision ever since i got my sight right
wildest n*gga on the planet, hope you understand it
a go*getter, get whatever i want when i demand it
i l!ck a shot, plot, [?] block
my trigger finger itching like a f*cking chicken pox
sam sos’, sh*t is hot, get it locked with the properness
loch ness monster bring your block to apocalypse
knocking it but you ain’t even trying it
dropping it but you ain’t even buying it
for heat i bring the firemen
releasing a leviathan, a heathen with a fire pen
breathing like a dragon, swagging when i try and win
rolling with the kinda men that might’ve been a touch down
knowing by the sight of sin i might’ve been f*cked now
[verse 2: donny yonder]
turn the funk down, it’s time to turn the city up
young gritty buck, tuck the fitty tryna get my titty sucked
hit me up to get me up i’m on the scene with my jeans sagging
almost bust the seams when i squeeze my weed bag in
my pants sagging ‘cause my pockets full of loot
close my bank account and now i have my wallet in my boots
coup de tête, who the cat that, fatter than the buddha
dy that, you the type that had to get a tutor
jm, dy, i go, forgive the typo
fly guy so fly, i know, he on the tightrope
you smoke blunts i smoke mad blunts
fronting wit’ ya’ gold fronts, my gold is permanent
my goal is my determinate
episcopalian israelian aryan, it’s wary in my area
rampant arrogant merry men
i got a question like the 25th letter
why why why why why, n0body care, get it together
now, james came to claim the game he say that he the one wit’ a
a ho*hum and a bottle of rum
holding the empty gun, sun on my back, silhouette black
you heard the cl!ck but you ain’t never heard the clack
[verse 3: sosa]
i’m a roughneck rapper with some soldiers as a backup
instigate a misdemeanor, [?] roll his ass up
those who don’t know, show y’all n*ggas what the deal is
been k!lling illing money and ceilings, compulsive villain
it’s such a feeling, inhale, exhale, lungs are filling
i’m higher than the suicidal thought up off a building
i k!ll myself ‘cause i don’t fill myself with confidence
my prerogative’s apocalypse ya’ clock about to tick
[verse 4: donny yonder]
ask who the runner it ain’t me
i hold fast mask in the summer case i catch up with my past
before my story end, i’m the, valedictorian
delorean, historian, you philo*pythagoreans
stylo salute the touring, pollute the orient with my raps
getting daps all over the maps
my tongue slap and my gun black
i used to slung crack and then my sister found out, and i was done that
my heat black because i gaff*tape my gun up
let’s see if you could last through the sunup
knowledge come quick ‘cause i’m dumb with all that dumb sh*t
some sl!ck but they not sl!cker than i
i’m 40 below, semper to fi, tempers get high
embers inside they burning the tides* nah, f*ck that
time out (sick)
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