Текст песни
No air in the coup
No bitchin’ in the booth
Four deep, six shoes
Now move your ass barefoot
Catch a lick, or catch a fade
Fast money, long days
Four deep, three bae’s
No kisses, do face
Small town, blood checks
Red river blue tats
Bad manners, all black
Through the walls to big wealth
Room smelling like wood
Bars on bars till it sounds good
No prayer for the fake
On alert always
If i were a gangsta
I would kill
I would kill
I would kill
I would kill a monster
I would kill
I would kill
I would kill
Need find balance in this chaos
Find a way out from the loop
If I got out from the hood
Gotta be a way to take the hood
Out of me, cut the blues
Different color clothes
Bright eyes
Bombs in the minds
Cut the blue wire
Have to move cool to light fire
Lay low
Like I’m from a slaughter
Slow-mo
Like I’m walking underwater
Shattered dreams
Got me feeling older
Time leaves marks
I need body armour
Pop-pop, yawk-yawk
24 circles
tik tok
Take your time, Mr. murder
If i were a gangsta
I would kill
I would kill
I would kill
I would kill a monster
I would kill
I would kill
I would kill
