Текст песни
Gravy train is making
That choo choo sound
I'm ready for Christmas now
Like I'm Santa, bruh
A lot of angel dust
Armor with no rust
My prayers go for players
And the people who I trust
Well, my homie Polubag
Always got my back
Always on the move
I can feel the groove
I could sing his song baby
But now I barely would
I would rap
I rap good
Show respect to my crew
Blame it on the season
But I need some wood
Call me mister Chef
When I serve you food
That's the soup
With the special herb
You may probably heard
It's like Amber Heard
Never takes a poo
By the swimming pool
Picture with ma crew
I love it too
I got ma broski
I feel like ma birthday
So we got the crib
Going up on a Thursday
Broski
I feel like birthday
We got the crib
Going up on a Thursday
Broski
I feel like birthday
We got the crib
Going up on a Thursday
I got ma broski
I feel like birthday
We got the crib
Going up on a Thursday yeah
Imma be eating my sandwiches
Running down on my cereals
Have you heard of a life
That’s behind the minimum wage
Brother I promise when I get to the stage
I’ll write my own page
full of love doubts and rage
How many scars can you hide behind the prettiest face
How many starts can you find in a room full of shade
I’ll never stop trying hard to make my legacy great
No matter how much pain I gotta take on my way
Nobody ain’t saint
And I am okay
We share the same shit
and deal with it together everyday
I got ma broski
I feel like birthday
We got the crib going up on a Thursday
I got ma broski
I feel like birthday
We got the crib going up on a Thursday
I got ma broski
I feel like birthday
We got the crib going up on a Thursday
