Ho‐Rizin Songtext
von MIKE

I got flying bitches out money
Hide it in the couch money
I got so much pouch nigga
I think niggas out for me
My OG′s showed me foul money
Thebe showed me Alc money
Still be hella proud bout all the shit I did without money
I peep niggas smiles funky
Truth is I'ma loud junkie
A thief in niggas house
The bitter truth is it was wild bummy
I only keep round company
I know niggas crowd jumpy
I won′t let you down It's time to leave a nigga mouth runny
I was use to couch jumping
Sleeping on the ground fussy
I ain't peep that doubt was lowkey teaching me bout alchemy
I listen to the sound duppy
Chilling in the towns cuzzy
In Philly as a child
That′s the shit that make me sound country
Trip this shit be down uppy
Triggered I be crown clutchy
Niggas know my power, in the city like a Ralph rugby
Suspicious of the brown monkey
Distant from the clown fuckery