Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
f#ck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
f#ck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Burnin’ on trees, ganja plant, no stick, no seed
Cheef the green leaf, mind state peace, contraband and my sneaks forever free
Ride ’til the wheels fall off or I cease to breathe
Waitin’ patiently with a Nine placed in the waist of my jeans
I cause your demons, homicide chalk up the scene
One love, one life, one shine, one king
One shot, one kill, one scope, one beam
Warfare, another loss, another tragedy
Another victim to the streets, another casualty
Big shot, get your wig rocked
Full block on gridlock, hit spots until we get it all
Out for the raw, put your face on the floor
For La Familia, that’s what I’m doing this for
Go through hell to reach the heavenly doors [Come on! Come on!
I’m in it to win it, got to get it, better get yours
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
f#ck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
f#ck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Meteorite shower the block, watch for the land mine
Jaws drop, feeble religions follow the Antis
Plantlife, burn through the leaf, giving me slant eyes
Planets try duck the debris, phone from my camp site
Space wars, battling Commies and star patterns
Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings, call me Saturn
Plays pitchin’ the skip button, shot up on the boulevard
So act hard, see the heaven to ask God
Meet your maker, soul controller, supreme holder
Prime moving paper, hit out the block like young Sosa
Okey tokin’ multiple blunts, smoking on cheefa
I’m on reefer, handle more wood than bombela
You all see a scope, you’re dope, correcting your lingo
I ain’t no hero rolling my dice hoping for cee-lo
Defeat my ego, you need at least a thousand more people
Genghis Khan conquer your land wait for the sequel
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
f#ck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
f#ck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
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