IMMORTALS (feat. Silent Generation, Abbie Falls, HourHouse & No Face No Case)
Racks on racks on racks
Where is no pain there is no gain
Everything will come back around when the money starts to rain
Another poser with a mouth full of our name
The rules fucking sucked
So we've changed the whole damn game
Hot Daaamn
Bitches checking on my drip
All the pussies dripping wet
Droplets raining on the whip
And the peasants dropping dead
No One's Above, there's No Hope
All this fire's slitting throats
Paranoia goddamn GOAT
Snort the fucking line and down the fucking shots
Stay the fuck home if you can't keep it up
Keep the fucking ring and leave the fucking crown
Jump, jump, jump, fucking rip&tear it down
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
We will scorch the fucking ground
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
Burn this motherfucker down
Got a money bag habit
Stay poppin my shit
Lil freak in the whip
Got a Colorado wrist
Came deep to the party
All gang don't play
I can tell that boy bitch won't say my name
They ask how did it, bih, put in the work
Just burnt up the road, she in Burberry skirt
Big tonk like I'm yeat nah I can't do the vert
This what it sound like when you really him
I know it's wrong to feel this way
But where I'm from, deep scars never heal the some
Check my mirrors when I drive that'll never change
We keep sticks right by our side to keep them demons away
Snort the fucking line and down the fucking shots
Stay the fuck home if you can't keep it up
Keep the fucking ring and leave the fucking crown
Rip the fuckin pit, take a hit and tear it down
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
We will scorch the fucking ground
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
Burn this motherfucker down
You make me believe nothing can be sacred
Motherfucker this shit ain't yours for the taking
Breaking apart everything you thought would
Make you a part of the cool kids in the end you lose bitch
And we do biz
Who dis?
Matt and Paranoia make you paranoid don't you get it
Nobody tells me when's my time to fly
Embrace your dreams and light up the fucking sky
Take it by the throat for the world to see
Don't tell me what to do cuz I don't give a fuck
I won't let you dictate my life you little fuck
No Face No Case bringing heat to the scene
Don't give a fuck bitch, I love being me
Get real
I'll take what I want
Don't need you or anyone else
Walk down the street like "what's that smell"
That's Paranoia Clique with that top notch weed
Paranoia shit zmrde prrr
Where is no pain there is no gain
Everything will come back around when the money starts to rain
Another poser with a mouth full of our name
The rules fucking sucked
So we've changed the whole damn game
Hot Daaamn
Bitches checking on my drip
All the pussies dripping wet
Droplets raining on the whip
And the peasants dropping dead
No One's Above, there's No Hope
All this fire's slitting throats
Paranoia goddamn GOAT
Snort the fucking line and down the fucking shots
Stay the fuck home if you can't keep it up
Keep the fucking ring and leave the fucking crown
Jump, jump, jump, fucking rip&tear it down
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
We will scorch the fucking ground
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
Burn this motherfucker down
Got a money bag habit
Stay poppin my shit
Lil freak in the whip
Got a Colorado wrist
Came deep to the party
All gang don't play
I can tell that boy bitch won't say my name
They ask how did it, bih, put in the work
Just burnt up the road, she in Burberry skirt
Big tonk like I'm yeat nah I can't do the vert
This what it sound like when you really him
I know it's wrong to feel this way
But where I'm from, deep scars never heal the some
Check my mirrors when I drive that'll never change
We keep sticks right by our side to keep them demons away
Snort the fucking line and down the fucking shots
Stay the fuck home if you can't keep it up
Keep the fucking ring and leave the fucking crown
Rip the fuckin pit, take a hit and tear it down
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
We will scorch the fucking ground
Get up and get down
Bitch break the fucking mold
Middle fingers to the sky
We will roll till we die
Breath in and breathe out
Lemme hear you fucking shout
And bounce to the sound
Burn this motherfucker down
You make me believe nothing can be sacred
Motherfucker this shit ain't yours for the taking
Breaking apart everything you thought would
Make you a part of the cool kids in the end you lose bitch
And we do biz
Who dis?
Matt and Paranoia make you paranoid don't you get it
Nobody tells me when's my time to fly
Embrace your dreams and light up the fucking sky
Take it by the throat for the world to see
Don't tell me what to do cuz I don't give a fuck
I won't let you dictate my life you little fuck
No Face No Case bringing heat to the scene
Don't give a fuck bitch, I love being me
Get real
I'll take what I want
Don't need you or anyone else
Walk down the street like "what's that smell"
That's Paranoia Clique with that top notch weed
Paranoia shit zmrde prrr
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Yakesh, Nikola Stanko, Vojta Pačesný
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