xxxmanera - Dead Idol

[Интро]
Ayy, write that shit, again (A-Ayy, [?] rolo?)

[Припев]
I write that shit, that splash again, hold up
Young minds can't stand, hold up
Drip on me, cocaine colour
Look like I'm dead idol
Oh man, goddamn, okay
I'm tired be alone
I got a fame, the faith
That say «I gotta play»
I gotta say a lot to people in a crowd
Don't need, no think, I'm smart
This shit don't warm my heart
I feel like, damn, what you really mean?
I ain't playing saints, I'm just saying
I don't know how this shit just up my bandz

[Куплет]
Are you mad or nah? You take a loss
Can’t understand your feelings, duh
Don’t fuck about the bitch, like boss
Как бизнесмен, поднял свой спрос
Тут есть рецепт, I got my sauce
От моих баров с земли bounce
You know my name, but wrist ain’t frozed
This photo, bitch, just take a pose