Музыкальные новинки

Как выжечь в себе пустоту, я не знаю

Now where the bitches?

And pulled us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied

And then we looked up and a light came down

Flowin' cold and goin' gold follows

And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum

And ditched the whip and started runnin'

Power, power, 'til ain't no devils anymore

Nah, nigga, nah nigga

Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

We was swervin', jumped the curb

Rollin' old models, lowered old schools

You can't, fuck that, we goin' home. DROGAS!

Power sharin', call it devils to the door

Flower bearin', call it petals to the floor

Nigga we're goin' home, home!

Now I could never go back to trappin'

You can kill me, I don't care—No!