Testo Claims - Mak11
Testo della canzone Claims (Mak11), tratta dall'album Highly Flammable
They say don't come outside it ain't safe
But all the bros gonna ride that's the gang
And I hope if I die there's a grave
Don't want the smoke then don't lie to my face
All this dope got us high it feel great
Know our foes tryna spy cuz they lames
We expose 'em and file out the ranks
Pour a four up ain't dried up the drank
Can't be broke any time of the day
The life we chose got us grinding away
Want ice so cold every diamond a lake
Cuz aye you know it don't shine if it's fake
'Bout to blow, had to find us a way
Was flying low, now the sky where we stay
Ain't 'bout to doze off we pile up the bank
But we don't know why these opps making claims
Speeding
Can't hit the brakes
Me and my team
We in the million dollar race
And the we realest in the city
What's a fake
When life turn into a dream
You start to feel some type of way, yeah
That paper stay up on our mental
Pour the pain out with the pencil
Hold the game down like we meant to
Hope these statements don't offend you
Catch a plane man we intend to
Hit the pavement whip the rental
I be with the gang and I lead like the general
Smoke in my brain got me feeling incredible
Flow so untamed it's something like an animal
Mak is impeccable, eat 'em like a cannibal
Know we'll be famous coming like some cannonballs
After them decimals, green we gonna have it all
Talk on my name you fronting quit the capping dawg
Gassed up on medical, he be off the Adderall
Cop a few chains like youngins got some glass on
Flashing like we federal, fiends not compatible
They say don't come outside it ain't safe
But all the bros gonna ride that's the gang
And I hope if I die there's a grave
Don't want the smoke then don't lie to my face
All this dope got us high it feel great
Know our foes tryna spy cuz they lames
We expose 'em and file out the ranks
Pour a four up ain't dried up the drank
Can't be broke any time of the day
The life we chose got us grinding away
Want ice so cold every diamond a lake
Cuz aye you know it don't shine if it's fake
'Bout to blow, had to find us a way
Was flying low, now the sky where we stay
Ain't 'bout to doze off we pile up the bank
But we don't know why these opps making claims
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Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald
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