AK The Savior - LUAM lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Clockwork gang, she wanna party and hang with the lords of the land, god damn (god damn) Pa**ed her off two tabs, filled her in on the plan, she was gone in a half, god damn (god damn) Roll a zip f** a gram, got a rocket in my hand, take a hit thats a blast, got damn (god damn) When the sarge in town that lysergic around, got it in my headband, god damn (god damn) Big head spliff, Bob Marley Chinese eyes distorted Issa Gold can't tarnish, but my target get departed Flatbush strap no harness Indigo drill sergeant Million man my starters, feel the d** run through your carca** In her socket shooting comet, you could see she ride for chronic (let's go) She livin' for the s** and d**, she crucified the night My aura glowing like it dipped in love and ultraviolet light The culture real and multi-flow to me diversify the mics So what's your type? (x4) [Pre-hook: Meechy Darko (x2)] Ain't this what you want? love, s**, d**? This is what you want? guns, big blunts? This is what you want? Man we the best bruh If that n***a got a vest cuz, hit that n***a from the neck up [Hook: Erick Arc Elliott] Travel paraphernalia Drive it like the whip is stolen Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment My motive not up for bargain I can't co-sign every artist My n***a's be round' regardless Hustling, struggling, and mobbing (x2) [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Sometimes blood ain't thick enough, thug life, Hit em' up Dip my fingertips in acid so they ain't no need for gloves Clockwork indigo 400 micrograms just hit my tongue That's sour reefer fill my lungs Highest up never take no plunge Meech Knievel born to stunt Two chicks pa** my dick back and forth and blow like they just hit the blunt Fleezus christ, he just nice He slice like OJ did his wife Two bricks on my feet, all white nice My n***a, Christ, wasn't as nice I'm one of the illest, n***as to ever touch a mic Tussionex hittin', body on lean but we ain't talkin' fitness Razor blade choppin' and spittin', we runnin', we flippin' for gold like we gymnasts Get it? Razor blade? Gemstar f** it, one day you'll get it Nina a freak and her p**y be drippin' Don't f** with the zombies, I might catch a homi I finally found me a job for the tommy. job for the tommy Tommy Tommy Job for the tommy Tommy (x2) [Pre-hook & hook] [Verse 3: AK] Uh, fresh out the tomb, I finesse through the tune All I need is a pocket of checks, pocket of fumes To proceed to the top of the vest, droppin' that flu Cold sh**, watch the ma**es collect and feel it cool Stay true to the ma**ive respect, and pay due f** that, don't be a slave to nathin' make moves Wait, why they snooze, they hate cos they lose Don't fate with fate, use your brain to break through Clockwork rasta, puffin' that boombastic And my flow so toxic, melt your whole damn project So-so alpha but them hoes just swallow We were chosen, follow, clear that road of sorrow No tomorrow, mama hit this weed For the fallen soldiers pour some Hennessy Sculpt the vultures then restore the culture When I'm dead and gone remember what I told ya Yeah set in stone, I be the coldest author And I'm Flatbush grown with a result to slaughter At your dome with the super smoker, that's when you know that it's truly over Pack the back, I k** every track I'm like H2O, I flow round the map I got cater blow but I'll keep that stack Got some loud to blow so I'll be right back [Bridge: Juice] This that Clockwork, pop pop like Mossberg Smoke smoke the best 'erb Yep, n***as ain't ready for us (x2) [Pre-Hook]