A$ton Matthews - The Rap Monument lyrics

rate me

They find max beep, friends in my weap

Bitch I roll the grand sit, my biblical days

No roof, snow boots, in that presume Mercedes

Splicer from the ’80’s you ain’t never serve with the brandies

With a heavy way champion, got trish stradies with the pennies gone

Singing daddy song

Push it and these damn wiled on my space jams on my monster

To wrack, sold throne, that K black and get all on done

So rumble bout there

Young killer when he came out the jungle

Young dealer in the rain with the bangle

Guess no they don’t get the check, they were stumble

Uuh get the ashes here for you

Ten tose on the soil

Chop, cop til he drop

What you thought, I would leave my life for a loyal?

Eyes wide with my head on the silver

Two side that can be left in the middle

On the street, on the sand, on the beach

Let my friend to beat, recommend the slave

You can lose it til the beaf

Move and we shutting on the G

Homicide, moving for the snakes, same movement with your (?)

But it’s banging much more with the crib