Starcourt Mall

Hope the feds don't find us
Lot's of drugs and alcohol
Hope the feds don't find us
Underground like Starcourt mall
Hope the feds don't find us
Lot's of drugs and alcohol
Hope the feds don't find us
Underground like Starcourt mall

We had abandoned the madness
Ride the in the back with the magic
Don't give a fuck you can have it
High at the top of the rafters

300 shots at the family
400 shots at the grammy
Moving the racks we ain't static
Moving too fast they can't catch us

This ain't the time, no joke
We at the spot, no joke
We at the top, no joke
Float in the wall like ghosts

Send me the prayer like the pope
Boy it too much I can't cope
I cannot wish, I can hope
At least we do the most

I can see throgh the fakers
Treat the beat like it's sacred
Looking at your face you faker
Dev from Tom to a rager
I got minor key turned major
I touch the sky no joke
Feel the hate in my sould
Too much shit can't cope
We don't have no hope
We don't have no hope

Popping and popping we popping
Making the hits like a choppa
I get the money it's piling
I know the bitch she got mileage
Higher and higher we up
Look at the sky boy I'm popping
Look at lil momma she topping
Getting the top in the rocket
Hitting the poppa choppa when the choppa floppa
Get the money back and get the shotta shottas

Hope the feds don't find us
Lot's of drugs and alcohol
Hope the feds don't find us
Underground like Starcourt mall

Hope the feds don't find us
Lot's of drugs and alcohol
Hope the feds don't find us
Underground like Starcourt mall
Hope the feds don't find us
Lot's of drugs and alcohol
Hope the feds don't find us
Underground like Starcourt mall
Eleven



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Ivory
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