madders

Rise the thunder mek it rain Mask on me like I'm bain Gelato 40 in my brain I could tell you bout the pain All I wanted was a chain Rise above it like a crane Don't be talking on my name Get sticky for you like Jane Rise the blicky on the mains Get it popping like vains Gelato 40 or some haze Had me feeling up in space I could tell you bout the days I was chilling wid your babes Getting twist up like sprains She was lying on her face We was faded off the loudpack Yeah your bitch was moving naughty Had to tell your girl to Lowe that You can never be my shorty Only running from the askrah Ben running riot since 14 Always packing you can ask saf Armani pouch with a 40 We got dirty shanks yeah they look brown If you try run you get ducked down Swinging hitting never look down Ching him bring him to the slum House