Wayne Perry (feat. LukeyWorld)

作曲：D'Anthony Carlos,Mario Loving,Luke Copeland

作词：D'Anthony Carlos,Mario Loving,Luke Copeland

Fuego, fuego

I get told to dumb down my raps all the time (what?)

What do you know about Macs on the ride? (Trust)

I beat the corn off the Mac no lie

Shotting crack on crack consign

I go to war with the Mac on the ride (huh? Trust)

Clip extended, hoping you die

I see a man that's an eye for an eye (eye)

Shoot him down boom, bye-bye

Let it go bring him close to the sky (uh)

I ain't afraid of death no lie (no lie)

Would of thought I would never die (what?)

Aggys sick with the stick, he's the guy (what?)

Epp extended the guy

Soon have to free most of the guys

Real ** get back to the life (trust)

Fake ** be paying the price (woo)

Pretend they don't road to the kwengers online (woo)

The jail house gets fed up of lies

Freedom, freedom is a must (trust)

In the Lord you know, I trust

I want the game back I'm feeling disgust ('gust)

Ain't had sex in long and buss (long)

What you know about days on the bus? (What?)

Going court every day like I'm touring (touring)

Listening to what the witness saw (ah who dem?)

Description never hit that door (what?)

I don't tolerate or like them snitches (uh)

I love the thumb the finger it itches (trust)

Touch your skin got the ting taking pictures

I'm reallly 'bout the life I really live it (woo)

Nm no manners wid it (what?)

Blow brains, man blow that-

Pull up in the whip, skrrt, skree

Ridin' wit a ** that hurt me (what?)

Bad juju, she curse me, aaucy ** so flirty

Rip to da shooter

Cried in the booth ** hurt me

Four dark days in the hood

I lie we killed that ** ** merky

You don't wanna talk 'bout the dark times

Where I had to shoot mine ** was thirsty

Pullin out sticks hit the ** wit that boom, boom

Leave you wit' thirty, uh

Mob with guys, real hood ties

Star with the David's, cook up the pies (yeah)

Rollin with da mandem, had to throw a tantrum

Hit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?"

Woo-woo-woop, feds on my **

Runnin' from my past, pants fall off my **

Used to ** a bad **, lil' black singer

With a whole lotta demons and some bodies from her past

I'm Goldlink, ** what you thought

Now what you think, used to be canceled now I just shake

Rappin' like Wayne, sorry for wait

Four five shots dumpin' bodies in the lake

Hol up, ooh (yeah)

Keep that two

I don't follow rules

Break the rules

I don't give a ** 'bout you

Break my **in' back off (ooh)

Backpack 'cause my bro get with it

Stock sticks get hold up innit

And what do you know about days on the lane?

FI move mad like Wayne

Old school Acre Lane Campaign (what?)

Shoot outs but we ain't broad day

Buck Pane in Tooting Broadway

Bring a Hella Grub with me on the way (trust)

Soon land bring me back to the game

Monopoly's got me insane

Tryna make them deals off the cane

Overseas got me living like I'm nice (woo)

But only for a week then I'm back (back)

On The streets where we sling that crack (crack)

Addiction brings the Thanes to the trap (what?)

Tt of raw is mad (mad)

Pebble down and bank that pack

I beat the case they brang me back (woo)

Eleven year that's mad, that's mad

Looked at the judge smiled like I'm mad

My ** jibs we rolling back to back

Don't think blacks will pet to back the wap

'Cause it's that and free my ** stacks

DI, my co-defendants back (real)

Ooh