Andrew Kelley - Mt. Everest lyrics

rate me

I make 'em nod like ketamine

See them live might dive off the mezzanine

Ground drama, sound harder than crowd bonkers

I'm 'bout dollars, I touch down in your town, holla

INS, gladiator, call him Hustle Crowe

Son of pro, watch these lame niggers come and go

Blessed with the poison pen

Murder was the case so I guess it's them boys again

Through your duce high, salute I, be the general

The last one to run, I will take all ten of you

I'm feeling myself BK willing to belt

Rocking my shit, eyes on the real wealth

Me and Goldie tell 'em it's easy money

Now shorty wanna fuck, that's sleazy, honey!

Fame call us, money, it change all us

Get it how you live it or sing the same chorus.

The game taught us, nothing in the bank for us

W claim walrus, yeah, Wu-Tang for life.

Was raised on the island of the misfits

The children of the corn snatch your green with the biscuits

It's what you might call food for thought

And what's the killer season if you don't include the salt

This thought will start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught

Used to feel safe until they unscrewed your vault and

Took your common sense out your memory bank

Then dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks

So hommie, drop slow like you in front of five-O

'cause forks go in a road and your back is where the knives go

While the addicts hiding silver spoons

Being cut so deep, it's hard to heal the wounds

Those flashing don't blast, they still buffoons

Just blowing on hot air, they should fill balloons

Yo, I like them shorties that'll kill for goons

And start a hustle in an April to cop wheels in June.