W
My soul was taken under ground, beat from the battleground
Wishlist in my pocket, but the half of it is done
Sittin on a rocket, but the half of it is gone
Moneyman on the beat constantly doin proper job
This country actin ectomorph, someone pass the dope
Got my pockets fulla tracks, but baby I will pack some more
Throw me all the violence, and I will fight back with them all
This shit is kinda verbal so we have to spit it all
I spit the truth i aint fill it with a fistful of dreams
Im in the booth how i hit you with a fist full of peace
Now tell me who got something that could match with my steez
I guess i'm too hot for you and you can't resist the heat
I Can't control myself, when I am spittin on these tracks
Yo yo Y O
We on the cruise like Taio
Low to the slow read the motto off the bio
Room fulla smoke ain't smellin like it is tobacco
Got the old school attitude and soundtrack of tomorrow
Yea they put bars on my window, guess what im outside again
Still high as fuck smokin indo, Co Lee can hi-five a man
Don't make me drive by the bank, nor tryna come out and pay
All y'all attention to mention me on on your instagram page
I flipped the switch but it stayed
Bitch i be blind to that hate
Im dodging bullets no duckin'
See me i ride on that wave
Ok, one, two
Hands in the air
Let me see them W's if you're here and you care
One, two
Blaize on the beat
Bringin up the heat from the valley to the peak
Why the fuck you aint rap in your mother language
Why you act like pac you should pack a Sandwich
With a track like that
You could really say shit but they won't understand
Fuck it i'll bang, 'Know what we run with the gang
Stayin on top of the game, we only flow got no plans
Choose a side and exercise
Pass the mic we don't rest aside
Choosed a path, we pack the rhymes
Scoring goals, closed door behind
Too loose to hit it slow-mo
No-scope, cause we lo-slo
No jokes, we in this mofo
Sirens up like iss popo
Bitch i know the way
You should come with me
My Brothers on my side
You know we keep it clean
Swim under the ice
Like a submarine
Posted up on the wall
One, two
Hands in the air
Let me see them W's if you're here and you care
One, two
Blaize on the beat
Bringin up the heat from the valley to the peak
Wishlist in my pocket, but the half of it is done
Sittin on a rocket, but the half of it is gone
Moneyman on the beat constantly doin proper job
This country actin ectomorph, someone pass the dope
Got my pockets fulla tracks, but baby I will pack some more
Throw me all the violence, and I will fight back with them all
This shit is kinda verbal so we have to spit it all
I spit the truth i aint fill it with a fistful of dreams
Im in the booth how i hit you with a fist full of peace
Now tell me who got something that could match with my steez
I guess i'm too hot for you and you can't resist the heat
I Can't control myself, when I am spittin on these tracks
Yo yo Y O
We on the cruise like Taio
Low to the slow read the motto off the bio
Room fulla smoke ain't smellin like it is tobacco
Got the old school attitude and soundtrack of tomorrow
Yea they put bars on my window, guess what im outside again
Still high as fuck smokin indo, Co Lee can hi-five a man
Don't make me drive by the bank, nor tryna come out and pay
All y'all attention to mention me on on your instagram page
I flipped the switch but it stayed
Bitch i be blind to that hate
Im dodging bullets no duckin'
See me i ride on that wave
Ok, one, two
Hands in the air
Let me see them W's if you're here and you care
One, two
Blaize on the beat
Bringin up the heat from the valley to the peak
Why the fuck you aint rap in your mother language
Why you act like pac you should pack a Sandwich
With a track like that
You could really say shit but they won't understand
Fuck it i'll bang, 'Know what we run with the gang
Stayin on top of the game, we only flow got no plans
Choose a side and exercise
Pass the mic we don't rest aside
Choosed a path, we pack the rhymes
Scoring goals, closed door behind
Too loose to hit it slow-mo
No-scope, cause we lo-slo
No jokes, we in this mofo
Sirens up like iss popo
Bitch i know the way
You should come with me
My Brothers on my side
You know we keep it clean
Swim under the ice
Like a submarine
Posted up on the wall
One, two
Hands in the air
Let me see them W's if you're here and you care
One, two
Blaize on the beat
Bringin up the heat from the valley to the peak
Credits
Writer(s): Fábián Balázs, Halász Kolos, Pintácsi-farkas Viktor, Viktor Pintacsi-farkas
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