xxxmanera - Dead Idol

[Интро] Ayy, write that shit, again (A-Ayy, [?] rolo?) [Припев] I write that shit, that splash again, hold up Young minds can't stand, hold up Drip on me, cocaine colour Look like I'm dead idol Oh man, goddamn, okay I'm tired be alone I got a fame, the faith That say «I gotta play» I gotta say a lot to people in a crowd Don't need, no think, I'm smart This shit don't warm my heart I feel like, damn, what you really mean? I ain't playing saints, I'm just saying I don't know how this shit just up my bandz [Куплет] Are you mad or nah? You take a loss Can’t understand your feelings, duh Don’t fuck about the bitch, like boss Как бизнесмен, поднял свой спрос Тут есть рецепт, I got my sauce От моих баров с земли bounce You know my name, but wrist ain’t frozed This photo, bitch, just take a pose