Iron (Interlude)

Brodie, yeah, Six Racks a Track bitch
Izzat BandAid Muzik, yeah, aye
You see the pain in my eyes loaded glocka keep it with him cause he ready to ride
Double cup with the fire got to ease my mind
They got a tombstone for ya heard you playing both sides
That boy clapping that iron he just trying to survive
And he steady reminiscing cause he been should've died
He got a fully loaded chopper and he ready to fire
Shooting dice in the partments I roll the dice with that iron

He all alone he don't trust nobody
Choppers and glocks he ain't got no shotty
Them demons in him he don't need no molly
Them bullets flying he just praying he dodged it
Thirty thousand dollar bag in the partments
Sleeping in the bando he was starving
So many snakes in the garden
Forty on the stage when he performing
I'm fucking on her friend and she recording



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Writer(s): Julius Masters
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