Oleg's Flight Songtext
von The Alchemist feat. Fashawn

This is dedicated to you the halfway crook
Pokin′ bitches on
Facebook
Same lame get his chain took

I throw flames let his frame cook
Glad bags and black mags is the season
Motherfucker I don't get mad, I get even
Burnin′ the devils, let us out the Garden of Eden
20 deep in the park, pardon my heathens
We all here, Grizzy Gang playing your pallbearers
I support the right to arm bears
Long stares, I'll lift you out your lawn chair, nigga
Better keep 'em calm when the Don′s near
This is cloud rap off a loud pack
Committin′ foul acts wit' a wild batch
A game havin′, chain snatchin'
Crime figures, you know, my niggas
Fuckin′ wit'?? thugs out to get scratch like a lottery ticket
Never stoppin′ my mission, nigga, uh


This is dedicated to you the halfway crook
Pokin' bitches on
Facebook
Same lame get his chain took

It's only logic that I gotta be the motherfuckin′ man
If you could empathize with me then you would understand
That I′m an over achiever, a born leader
That was taught to never ever leave the house without a heater
And for the dearly departed, pour out a couple liters
And let 'em sink in the cement
Niggas said that I graduated from schemin′, well, maybe not
Still California Dreamin', a parking lot full of Impalas and Beamers
A couple yachts, bitches swallowin′ my semen
Shoe box full of dollars for no reason
I'm a problem best believe it
Vomit like I′m bulimic over somethin' supersonic
Kinda rhymin' procedures, ironic
My competition′s just a bunch of juniors, Cuba Goodings???, in fact life is Russian Roulette
Only way to win, if you do it to death
It′s F