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Scriptures Feat. Berner
Millyz
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40 Autos for my hittas, bust a rollie, made it glitter
Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Reposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures
40 Autos for my hittas, bust a rollie, made it glitter
Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Reposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures
Keep it a hundred with you, I done had some money issues
And still broke bread, knowin' I barely had the crumb to give you
I caught that case from my dog when they rushed the spitter
You can't learn to be real, you gotta be fuckin' in it
Sometime the hate's around the corner and the love can trick you
Sometime this life will knock you off course, you must contend it
Brody pass the pole before we touch the venue
Ridin' with some big shit, let a gun the size of musket hit you
I feel like young Marshall in the trenches
Duckin' from the D's in 12, we got pistols with extensions
Remember slidin' in the center, now this car got an emblem
Spirit of ecstasy on the rolls, poppin' X with my grandmas
I'm geek, me and Chop Black strapped to Cervantes
Nipsey told me that he fucked with me down in Atlanta
Remember baggies on the table and the trap with the skin
I brought the chip back to my city, this Cuban chain like a band
Yeah, forty orders for my hitters
Bust a rollie, made it glitter, walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures
Forty orders for my hitters
Bust a rollie, made it glitter, walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures
I kept the rollie plain, little blue pills for the pain
White team, not a stain, hundred milli' from the game
Fuck a drizzle, it's the rain, I'm bout' to flood this bitch
Little bump off the block, they ain't cut this shit
Big ice cubes in my cup
Private room at Bellotto, me and Nas in the cut
Boy, this dash and this Benz, it's triggered by a pen
Watch the dash lift up, duck the gun, charge again
We goin' crazy on the East Coast, they wonder where I've been
Break that shit down, try to turn it into ten
When I made the top five, I made a couple heads spin
They sick or they mad, they wanna be my friends
From a block to a yacht, in the summer out in Greece
All bosses at the table, ain't no time for a leech
Throwaways, bein' wiped down with the bleach
Top down smokin', gettin' ashes on my seats, burn
Forty orders for my hitters, bust a rollie, made it glitter
Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures
Forty orders for my hitters, bust a rollie, made it glitter
Walkin' spots, they takin' pictures
Raposado in my liver, had to stand up and deliver
I treat this music like the scriptures