Kydd - Russian Roulette lyrics
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Yo, got a room full of sounds while I meditate in rounds
Spit mad they hurdle round you’d be ashtrays
Belony and man … when my bad day hitting the mad…
They had day for the half pay
Fuck a swag duffle bag, couple had nick nags and …
Empty packages of band aids
Got a rope for them jokes fin to kidnap and jack
And tonight might just have to they last days
Cause to relax get back sit this cognac…
And find a nigga that I’m gonna jack
And hold that… it’s my nigga young out the game
Said he got jacked and now some got the change
I’m telling him I’m loading up to numb the pain
Trust me nigga you don’t wanna go out in the rain
Niggas tryna go out with a bang
Pushing roulette one up in the chest
Spin that cylinder and walk that line
The risk with no regrets
I can’t seize chance, playing with Russian roulette
My pimp revolver if fully loaded
My ism shining it’s purely golden
These lames tryna speak the ism
I swear my style is purely stolen
This here come with consequences
And repercussions motherfucker,
What you thought of one got get up with you
Thought the ism just wanna go touch it
Heard you hold it, you know you owe me
Before you have me, in big belony
Fuck you pay me, this eagle on me
Bitch I’m a player, …
Till a pussy nigga, try to pay the homie
Yeah they call the … for some …
Ops whoping, but they don’t want it
They mad they hoe, be tryna doe me
Spin that cylinder and walk that line
The risk with no regrets
I can’t seize chance, playing with Russian roulette
Ah, click, click, click, I done pull the trigger 3 times and still I exist
Got hits stay I whip with my wrist
Stay high risk over the dosage from lyrical content
That I kick when I be on high, red eye fly one
Hell of a guy, need my piece of the pie
Before I give up on this life
Hope I see them pearly gates
And not the other side
I just wanna live my life, sometimes I wanna cry,
Searching for that purpose, I seem to never find
But never mind, the cheddar is on my mind
So I am on my grind, no time to sit and whine
To blindly in a blind, but it’s 20’s of a mind
Walking that dark line, it’s fine, it’s white wine
The revolution is live, will not be televised
It’s crazy how we give them the bullets to blow they mind
Spin that cylinder and walk that line
The risk with no regrets
I can’t seize chance, playing with Russian roulette.
