Darkseid Songtext
von Isaiah Rashad
Darkseid Songtext
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
What am I supposed to do outside but get rich? (Yeah)
Work too hard, but boy
Don′t floss too hard and get yo' wig split (yeah)
Pray to God, I heard they got new gods outside in this bitch (yeah)
Barely toddlers got them
Purple Hearts outside in this bitch
Yeah, whatever gon′ keep your nose dry, my nigga, I'm with it (yeah)
I know it got you froze, my nigga, I feel it (yeah)
Some niggas be runnin' away from life
Some niggas cut off the legs
If I was you, I′d be dead (yeah, yeah)
Whatever gon′ keep your mind blown
My nigga, maintain the wheel (uh-huh)
My partner know I just came back, see
I done been dead for real (uh-huh)
They mixin' up all of that no name
You know we be scared to chill (chill)
You know we be scared to feel (yeah)
Or anything else but, yeah
Whatever gon′ keep my kids safe
My kids full, I'm with it (yeah)
I know what′s at your nose
My nigga, for really (ayy)
Some niggas gon' die in the cardboard
Some niggas gon′ die in the feds (ayy)
Is that you on the edge?
Whatever was under the bunk bed
I ain't scared, I'm ready (ready)
They locked the horns with matadors
Okay, don′t get too heavy (heavy)
He shined his fangs and Cuban chain
Okay, don′t get too heavy (too heavy)
They dug a grave, he came alive
Okay, don't get too heavy (don′t get too heavy)
What am I supposed to do outside but get rich? (Yeah)
Work too hard, but boy
Don't floss too hard and get yo′ wig split (yeah)
Pray to God, I heard they got new gods outside in this bitch (yeah)
Barely toddlers got them
Purple Hearts outside in this bitch
What am I supposed to do outside but get rich? (Yeah)
Work too hard, but boy
Don't floss too hard and get yo′ wig split (ayy)
Pray to God, I heard they got new gods outside in this bitch (ayy)
Barely toddlers got them
Purple Hearts outside in this bitch (ayy)
Whatever gon' keep my kids safe
My kids full, I'm with it
I know what′s at your nose, my nigga, for really
Some niggas gon′ die in the cardboard
Some niggas gon' die in the feds
Whatever gon′ keep my kids safe
My kids full, I'm with it
I know what′s at your nose, my nigga, for really
Some niggas gon' die in the cardboard
Some niggas gon′ die in the feds
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
What am I supposed to do outside but get rich? (Yeah)
Work too hard, but boy
Don′t floss too hard and get yo' wig split (yeah)
Pray to God, I heard they got new gods outside in this bitch (yeah)
Barely toddlers got them
Purple Hearts outside in this bitch
Yeah, whatever gon′ keep your nose dry, my nigga, I'm with it (yeah)
I know it got you froze, my nigga, I feel it (yeah)
Some niggas be runnin' away from life
Some niggas cut off the legs
If I was you, I′d be dead (yeah, yeah)
Whatever gon′ keep your mind blown
My nigga, maintain the wheel (uh-huh)
My partner know I just came back, see
I done been dead for real (uh-huh)
They mixin' up all of that no name
You know we be scared to chill (chill)
You know we be scared to feel (yeah)
Or anything else but, yeah
Whatever gon′ keep my kids safe
My kids full, I'm with it (yeah)
I know what′s at your nose
My nigga, for really (ayy)
Some niggas gon' die in the cardboard
Some niggas gon′ die in the feds (ayy)
Is that you on the edge?
Whatever was under the bunk bed
I ain't scared, I'm ready (ready)
They locked the horns with matadors
Okay, don′t get too heavy (heavy)
He shined his fangs and Cuban chain
Okay, don′t get too heavy (too heavy)
They dug a grave, he came alive
Okay, don't get too heavy (don′t get too heavy)
What am I supposed to do outside but get rich? (Yeah)
Work too hard, but boy
Don't floss too hard and get yo′ wig split (yeah)
Pray to God, I heard they got new gods outside in this bitch (yeah)
Barely toddlers got them
Purple Hearts outside in this bitch
What am I supposed to do outside but get rich? (Yeah)
Work too hard, but boy
Don't floss too hard and get yo′ wig split (ayy)
Pray to God, I heard they got new gods outside in this bitch (ayy)
Barely toddlers got them
Purple Hearts outside in this bitch (ayy)
Whatever gon' keep my kids safe
My kids full, I'm with it
I know what′s at your nose, my nigga, for really
Some niggas gon′ die in the cardboard
Some niggas gon' die in the feds
Whatever gon′ keep my kids safe
My kids full, I'm with it
I know what′s at your nose, my nigga, for really
Some niggas gon' die in the cardboard
Some niggas gon′ die in the feds
Writer(s): Alfie Hudson-taylor, Harry Hudson-taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
