Dragons
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Straight out the psych ward, with a mothafuckin machete
Do not come out doors
I'm an outlaw creeping with a M4
Put the mask on and I'm ready for an all out war
I don't think these fuckin boys even have a clue
What I'm ready to do
I'll bring pain to anything that moves
Ill raise hell if I have to, if it means bagging bodies
Then I'm back to the booth with a mad tune
Shots popping off sounding, like a mothafuckin nascar
When I'm coming through
Got the whole gang outside and we mobbing through
Like a fuckin zoo I'm a menace too
Sit the fuck the if you ain't bout this shit
Throw the gang up if you rep my set
We don't fuck around with them lame ass kids
Bitch stay in your lane or you'll wig will get split
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Bet you little bitches wanna brawl now
I'ma keep on goin till you fucken face down
Too much talkin keep yo mothafucken tone down
Better look up instead of just fucken running around
All these mothafuckas thinkin they can talk all that shit
But have nothin to prove but got a mouth that don't fit
After awhile man I'm sick of this shit
When the reaper comes to put a fucken end to this shit
And the world is mess
So now my mind is mess
I grew up from the fucken gutter so I'll never confess
And the panic that I feel always up in my chest
I take a couple of exams and I've settled wit less
Be a lesson learned, with the things we earn
More money, more problems it becomes a concern
I wait for the day that, I'm put in a urn
And I thrive in the pay, till it has taken it turn yeah
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Straight out the psych ward, with a mothafuckin machete
Do not come out doors
I'm an outlaw creeping with a M4
Put the mask on and I'm ready for an all out war
I don't think these fuckin boys even have a clue
What I'm ready to do
I'll bring pain to anything that moves
Ill raise hell if I have to, if it means bagging bodies
Then I'm back to the booth with a mad tune
Shots popping off sounding, like a mothafuckin nascar
When I'm coming through
Got the whole gang outside and we mobbing through
Like a fuckin zoo I'm a menace too
Sit the fuck the if you ain't bout this shit
Throw the gang up if you rep my set
We don't fuck around with them lame ass kids
Bitch stay in your lane or you'll wig will get split
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight
I'm rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life
I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise
This shit is jumping ain't no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Bet you little bitches wanna brawl now
I'ma keep on goin till you fucken face down
Too much talkin keep yo mothafucken tone down
Better look up instead of just fucken running around
All these mothafuckas thinkin they can talk all that shit
But have nothin to prove but got a mouth that don't fit
After awhile man I'm sick of this shit
When the reaper comes to put a fucken end to this shit
And the world is mess
So now my mind is mess
I grew up from the fucken gutter so I'll never confess
And the panic that I feel always up in my chest
I take a couple of exams and I've settled wit less
Be a lesson learned, with the things we earn
More money, more problems it becomes a concern
I wait for the day that, I'm put in a urn
And I thrive in the pay, till it has taken it turn yeah
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
(Fallen)
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Walker, Angel Cabrera, Beau Holland
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