High as hell aiming for land. Bud color red and yellow like a hulkamania fan

[Hush]

A hollow point missile couldn't pierce my skin tissue fired from close range
Shining isn't an issue. U need Run DMC ropes to hang with my dope chains.
Heart icey black and the grip on the berettas gold. Forever cold
Niggas call me a hundred grand cuz like a stack I never fold
Vendettas old I can't even ignore got too much evil instore to even the score
inner demons galore. Gleaming in gore dirty deeds in the cleanest velour
In sweat suits with nothing to sweat. Can't hold my tongue grew up with Tourette's
Puffing the best. Snap back brooklyn nets no fucking regrets.
Homegrown so fuck a connect. Business had room to grow from a grow room
Switch up was so soon. From silver to gold spoons. Vaporizers exhaling off no fumes
In this game of thrones I'm in a lane alone
No superman ur Lois lane alone trapped in the danger zone when I aim the chrome