Castro

U really wanna box wit the pharaoh
When i open my eyes i see scarecrows
Shit getting hot no Cheetos
U goin burn your self nigga let go
They packing Tec's an the pistols
Ill use whatever ima make it home
I puff da weed help me stay froze
Got all this wisdom feel like Castro

Rip the laws
Bring your weapons
Bring em all
Shit intense
Might become brawl
Strap big but the nigga small
Night rising danger appears
I hope u lost all your fears
I'll call a spirt tell it come here
Wake u from your lil dreams
Make u think they make believe
I don't here lectures
Prolly fake shit anyways
Trapping staking this estate
Tbh i don't really fuck wit the states
U moving around wit dat big face
Don't make it end up rearranged
This shit all a big game

U really wanna box wit the pharaoh
When i open my eyes i see scarecrows
Shit getting hot no Cheetos
U goin burn your self nigga let go
They packing Tec's an the pistols
Ill use whatever ima make it home
I puff da weed help me stay froze
Got all this wisdom feel like Castro

U really wanna box wit the pharaoh
When i open my eyes i see scarecrows
Shit getting hot no Cheetos
U goin burn your self nigga let go
They packing Tec's an the pistols
Ill use whatever ima make it home
I puff da weed help me stay froze
Got all this wisdom feel like Castro

Don't pretend
When i see u leave don't follow me back in
Cant match unless its all black
Gr gr grrrrw
I'm ready for all the attacks
Yeah yeah
Yeah I'm zooted off that pack that make u wanna leave class
U better watch yo back cuz dope man here to expose all the rats
I wear so much chains not for flexing just for a energy blast
I'll blast yo ass up on the other side if you fuckin wit the clan
I used to rock vans now i stack plans so they neva know my tracks



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Writer(s): Jordan Edwards
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