Centurion
Produced by: Christian Rich
'Yeah... me? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im just tryna say somethin before... I... I... drop it off.'
I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real ******
Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger
No bluff needed , we will kill ******
So try me if you want, bruh, I promise Im with all of that
Late night shooters, got em thinking Johnny Carson back
Trying to win this white mans game with my heart intact
All off a dollar and a dream that I really had
Kind of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets
Norf norf is the side where my family stay
Big Baby Jesus, I cant wait
Until the money coming in, spend it all on guns and rims
I aint nothing but a *****, aint no reason to pretend
Kept his sticky in a Stussy pouch
Ski mask, bloody Preme hoodie tossing doobies out
The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul
Mooney at the movies but the moon was out
Food was always optional
Eating nothing but hard punches to that abdominal
Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff, Momma knew
Baggies laying round, peanut shells at a carnival
Stomping clowns, welcome ** *** ****** to the romper room
Buckshotll cover a whole torso like a parka do
In a park at two, plotting, trying to garner loot
Split it with his big road dog , call him Marmaduke
Searching for a shard of truth and found uh
Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch
Another Dutch, stiffcollar on the button-up
Hood, rich, wild, and bout to run amok
Road to Hell paved with cement
Covered trussled drugs, toughen up
'Well, alright. Okay
If thats how you truly feel about it, then
Alright, okay
If thats how you truly feel about it, then.'
Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe
Until that little bindi placed, headshots, red dot
Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch, Fed watch
Opinions only pity based, deep in the Civic with the
Evilest ****** this side of the Mississippi
All courtesy of Vincent from ****** who plot against
Ear-L-double-S, hear shells from the Tec
Hear in full-effect, eat a **** and cut a check, *****
Few ****** Im on a first-name basis with
Address him by the alias, that trunk weighted like he
Bout to catch a case again, eighths louder than the voice of
Satan that be plaguing him, bruh, Im caking
Whether Hell or bad weather, high water, Im a sailor-type
Assailant for the paper, living like I met the maker twice
Hit it til Im faded right? Mami, take a hike
Or treat it like you ******* shaking dice , *****
'Well, alright. Okay
If thats how you truly feel about it, then
Alright, okay
If thats how you truly feel about it, then.'