Royce da 5'9" - Walking In The Rain freestyle lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - Walking In The Rain freestyle lyrics]
I got a deep anonymous bottomless
Pit depth to my psychy
Bank full of what’s stitched on the
Left side of my Nikes
Blank man fill me in but you
Will never sum me up
There will never be another
Question mark like me
I don’t gang bang shit I’m just mad blazing
I got them dimes like a bad Asian
I got them nicks like some bad shaving
A lot em with the gang bang
She say she wit it a matador
Like I’m red flag waving
I go with cigs when you come with kids
So I hope you run youngest son under dick
So long live crime, long kiss bye
I’m a Rottweiler I am truly hot lava
Have your pops hollering the wrong kid died
Turn him into Dewey Cox father
I age better than suede leather
The winner and the fall Dopeman
Fuck the talk lets
Agree that I ain’t the Pacman and Mayweather
Got bitches chasing dick I
Feel like hanging out
Shit take 'em wit snap my
Fingers make them sit
You? you roll around with a pack of niggas
You got the click Mel Gibson
Wish for rapist bitch
He got the cops around him, I’m rocking like
A crack head momma, chicken in the crib
Baby in the oven
That basically means she laying
In some hot surroundings
Crazy is the governing Shady is the covenant
Come with Immaculate concepts like
Nobody birthed me i treat the game like Rick
James did Charlie Murphy
I’m in my Slaughterhouse storming
Troop armor suit
All you clones trying to form
A group only Jones that you keeping
Up with is orange juice
Pit depth to my psychy
Bank full of what’s stitched on the
Left side of my Nikes
Blank man fill me in but you
Will never sum me up
There will never be another
Question mark like me
I don’t gang bang shit I’m just mad blazing
I got them dimes like a bad Asian
I got them nicks like some bad shaving
A lot em with the gang bang
She say she wit it a matador
Like I’m red flag waving
I go with cigs when you come with kids
So I hope you run youngest son under dick
So long live crime, long kiss bye
I’m a Rottweiler I am truly hot lava
Have your pops hollering the wrong kid died
Turn him into Dewey Cox father
I age better than suede leather
The winner and the fall Dopeman
Fuck the talk lets
Agree that I ain’t the Pacman and Mayweather
Got bitches chasing dick I
Feel like hanging out
Shit take 'em wit snap my
Fingers make them sit
You? you roll around with a pack of niggas
You got the click Mel Gibson
Wish for rapist bitch
He got the cops around him, I’m rocking like
A crack head momma, chicken in the crib
Baby in the oven
That basically means she laying
In some hot surroundings
Crazy is the governing Shady is the covenant
Come with Immaculate concepts like
Nobody birthed me i treat the game like Rick
James did Charlie Murphy
I’m in my Slaughterhouse storming
Troop armor suit
All you clones trying to form
A group only Jones that you keeping
Up with is orange juice