Replicaz - 18:6 lyrics

rate me

Let’s go, bro!

Yeah, got me feeling is that time

I can’t stop ?? the pen

I stept put in the lamb, I understand I’m a man with blouse

But I call, but I got my life in his hands,

Blood ’bout all the way

So I go hard, yeah this for when I walk around

And talk down it’s okay, but that call mine like Harley

They roll out, they blow out

they got their money and their music fears

Four minutes of drugs can’t set where ?? to look them kids

The combination is ridiculous, ignorant,

You’re stripping little kids of that innocence

That pass the lance, leave the hell bro

As if I love you then you know I had to tell ya

I’m at through 18:6 man,

But whose ever causing this little once who leaving me to sin

It will be better for him to have a great near stone messing around his neck,

And if he drown at the depth of the sea,

It’s all on Jesus Christ.

Let’s do with that click nine and shot gun you pop one, huh

You’re running drills, molly pills you were top gun, huh,

You got a fam base, but stop, look at that girl’s face

Ain’t got no daddy, she’s been raped but she’s jail bent

Looking at your daughter, and your fitty oh be caught about

But you let it fly for the sake of music? I think not

But if that was your mother and then fit it on me and call a pot

Would you let it fly for the sake of music? I think not

I understand you a rapper and you got a image

Your click is the liming, your block is the liming scrimmage

And when upon is crossy, you’re not gonna take a sack

You gonna fight back, .. will show attack,

I’m not a blood, but I gotta throw the lift back,

I must ask, what’s the mission in your wraps,

What’s the dish at your head, is the man hood that I land

Because I do not have multiple women land on their bag

Matter of fact it seakens me like dizzy it’s vomitive

Will try to ?? and then this verse see I am confident

Now he can save your soul, repet and let go

Lose your life, give it up the Christ, let the flight know

Let’s go!

For the mind that set on the flash,

Was hostile to God

But there was not .. the God’s laws

And Diddy cannot

Those who run the lash, can I please got?

as long as hate they call

Yeah, they paint a picture of flicker ..

If you’re telling you over high beats, he not a man of sanity

Look these boys, so calm in, tryin to ??

But after the game is real, what’s left in the life in

Nothing, ceiling pipes and steady shining

Convincing to miss cool the feelings cooling and beasting thuggin’

Go ahead and rip your block but go ahead and bust some shots

Me must be for your forth, he say I’d rather not

What a life for this fools they call them sales rappers

I’m telling you but offer show, like could pretty at

They some pretty good, acting knocking get it laughten

Straight to the bent for more check

Standing .. pastor.