Rayz De Waken - THUGZ CRY

Glock outta my hip, bitch I'll thug it out, cause streets is no mans cries land
In the shock that my girl may be possessed, sell the body with a broken ankle
Cause she prayed a lot for the far reaching luck
Although ardour is non-existent in our love, we still look at each other with crack
Wey oh Wey oh Wey oh Wey oh Wey oh Wey oh Wey oh
Boss man of da flock, gave me money but no soul back, where is my home at?
How do u get the money they ask, then the look fasten on the bloody corb asphalt

Now a psycho ricky rich, but numbness still in my damn hands
From all the shit that I caused with my hands
Chrome heart now made from ice, iced out till I'm in the grave

The streets not safe, gun epidemic in this bitch, no corona in this clique
Gosling stone face, this is how I go through life shit, unchangeable bitch
Thoughts Is the thing I hate the most, took over my feeling shit

Written by:
Martynas Danyla

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