Gator Death Roll

I death roll in the club im like who you with gator gang in the house mami that my clique I death roll in the club, it's a war zone, Spit fire in the air, watch these weak clones, Hustle hard, I’m the king, call me throne's bone, Eyes on the prize, never get lost in the unknown. Gritty streets raised me, shadows in the night, Heart of a gator, ready for the fight, Ain’t no love lost, just a cold sacrifice, Living life raw, yeah, I pay the price. In the back with the crew, plotting moves like chess, Got the weight of the world, but I wear it with finesse, Every step in the dark, I’m the one they can't test, Life's a game of survival, I’m just trying to impress. Pour another drink, toast to those who fell, Echoes in the club, hear the stories I tell, Rhymes like bullets, they hit hard, can you tell? In this gritty paradise, I’m just raising hell.