LAURD Breeze - SARS lyrics

Practice survival tactics
Nigga where the matches
Money under the mattress
Got this marijuana in me
Serving as distractions
Wouldn't be the worst thing that'll happen
Gee he a genie sitting next to me I
Rub his lamp and now we magic
Quit your childish blabbing
I've been washed over with the bad
No wonder why I wreaking havoc
Fashion hella disguised you couldn't
Even sew the fabric
So cold I hold the North Pole captive
I'm too old for a hoe
That's acting too bashful
Hard to be biblical spiritual when they
Always got the news flashing
Media wasn't my shit so I formed a new habit
Now this flow is all I got
Plus the fam, and the mob from the hill
Fuck yo squad about
Hill mob smoke the supersonic loud
Need the biz we sport the black
And then mob it out
Run yo pockets need a dollar
We can't talk it out
If you mad speak it up what
The fuck yo problem bout
You know my niggas problematic from the ten
The city clappin so I had to match it
Show them titerary glands if
You feel the magic
From the land where the guns
Do the chitter chatter
And niggas tryna get the bread
With a lil batter
Nigga please you ain't even
See a nigga squeeze trees all in my system
Life is what you make it so
My niggas never mistaking the mission

Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck these niggas, get money
Fuck opinions, get money
And put yo niggas on, put you niggas on