Morphine (feat. Ernesto, Hancho Flippaz, Jefe Tunez, Arkyy Deh Boat & Ceejay) Video (MV)

Look, we just wanna live large
Me, my dawgs coming from the trash
That's why we hustle, real hard
Check my boy on the farm
Roll a joint , of the corn
Then we hit the booth so you done know what going on

F*ck twelve, ain't no pigs on the turf
Eat or Starve the new wave, hope you nigga them could surf
Who you know, do it good like we and mashing all the work
You a bitch, my lord, that's why you going in her purse
Tell Booze, fill the pool and roll a joint, of the pop

Yeah I come from down below, that's why I heading for the top
Son of a immigrant, that's why I never like the cops
And the F the one that's steady, tryna get a brother stop

Tenia noche, fue a dormir sin comer nada
Pensando en el mal, nadando en el mar
Mi pana yo quería libras, para endecal
Pensando en familia, el amor se falta más
Pass the torch, you know we gon' blaze, these rappers top

Fire burn a hater, pass the light, let me blaze the crop
Swear this tune like a joint, too much blend, so she hot
All about the cash, can't spend my time, on, a thot

Little nigga, big heart, big dreams
Jumped off the porch way before sixteen
Fast money, street life, I really felt speed
Dirty lifestyle, boy, really living clean
Stack bread, lay low

Cause you does get in dumb f*ck for being idle
Nothing changed, steady screaming, f*ck the rivals
Once you're from the other side, I can't side you
Soon gone clear, talking, about straps, boy, who you trying scare

Don't fear dudes who does buss em' in the air
Face recognition, I could go like anywhere
But me ain't going over there
Cause them clown boys out
See them clown boys there

Glock ain't greedy, that bitch like share
All 12 out the hole, she could do that right here
From the first one bust, watch the whole turf clear
Lil' faggit, what happened

Claim, say you trapping
Ain't mash no work, stop with the capping
I never take too much work, I can manage
Way before twenty-one, I been a savage

From young, I been out boy, I been causing damage
A beast through the streets, yeah, this gift was a homage
Look at yuh boy, image nothing about it featherweight
Elevate, steady chief-ing on a wedding cake

Pull a seat put these, rappers on my dinner plate
Eat them all, never starve, cause I'm not watching face
It's the Flippaz through the race, nigga, what you saying
Bet you run this f*ck here back when he start playing

Team full of dragons, every force hot flames
Never been to Bronx, but I done run trains
Dumb bitch, good head, yeah, she got brains
Think it's tie dye, her shirt full of cum stain

Big ring, will you marry me, Mary Jane
Only cheat on, you with blend I don't burn plain
Homegrown, be the side, pop, be the main
F*ck it all, I smoke too much, I give my lips a stain

Rearrange, I will never tell for petty change
Heap of actors through the streets, tell them, go on stage
I must eat, share my food, then I say my grace
Just like Pac, hit em' up, mask around my face

Hold on, brace yourself, this a big wave
Big drip, big heart, nigga, big chain
Dark clouds, rough road, nigga, nuff rain
Up the pool, dawg, we ain't betting chump change

Don't up it if you knew you going pump fake
Ha-ha, good kush, so we meditate
They only see your bragging when you start celebrate
Work my way up, I remember using battery scales

Yo, beef is when you clicking shit
Henny in my liver, bitch, f*ck with me, I too legit
Life scary, so I too equipped, listen when the Uzi spit
You get hit, cause, who you with! Pass a broad to my dawg
We be alley-hooping shit, ramping like a hooligan

Quiet when the police come, yeah, I want all the smoke
Pressure running through my lung, weight like an elephant
Them dudes just irrelevant, the man cuffing all these hoes
You know she got only fan freak for the camera

Eat like a cannibal, one year in and I don't feel like a amateur
Swear I getting draws, every week up on the calendar, no bars
In my head, start the beat because that's all I got

Yeah, I gon' eat, meen fasting
He only acting, so you know he role casting
Facelift, so he get a closed casket
This tune is pressure, so I might just blow a gasket

Violate and we pulling up with big poles
That make you dance like a stripper on a payroll
You get a tip that we coming and try and stay low
This gratuity is not coming in any singles
That boy was running, man, I swear he been Usain Bolt

You in lane 8 and nobody couldn't wake you
Ain't even budging no matter how much them shake you
Shots that make you wuk' up like carnival in Tobago
Headshots, dawg, he body drop, dawg

His soul leave his body like he burning, pop, dawg
Now I, f*ck up, he blend cause he was never hot, dawg
Ain't no rodents, cause my chopper is the bop, dawg
F*ck them up, opps dawg, heartbeat going stop like that, dawg

Run off with he pack and now I'm burning on he pack, dawg
Pull up with a stick, that make you doodoo on the spot, dawg
Pull up with a stick, that scream tutu like a rock man

Roll up a joint and I blaze up
First thing in the rise when I raise up
Then I call on the lord give thanks for the morn
I was asleep for too long, now I wake up
If you hate, know your place with that fake f*ck

Violate, hesitate, get your face bruck
Pray my dawgs never change up
Lion heart, going hard, I deh boss till my days up
Dawg, let it be known

I on the throne without selling my soul
Ain't drinking no shit from no witch, down my throat
Bewitching no goal, I just got my stick, yeah, that chrome
Hustle until I get old, I going stick to the code

You is a bitch if you fold
Till I six feet in a hole
Repping the six, yeah, that's home
Dawg, we go hard in the zone

Eat the staff entertainment, boy
That my big dawg, Hancho
Yes, Tunez
Yes, Nesto

Arkyy Deh Boat
CJ Wa now
The new wave
Ain't no game playing out here

The CEO say that
The chaser
Just wait on it
We going kill it, yeah

Eat or starve, bitch
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