If I got that feeling that I weren’t recognized
I know I’d still be recognized in mama’s eyes
I’m in the trench coat for the skies, and keep the .45 on my waistline
Put your block down with the glock like an alpine
f** it, shoot the club up, call me Shyne
If I got that feeling that I weren’t recognized
I know I’d still be recognized in mama’s eyes
I’m in the trench coat for the skies, and keep the .45 on my waistline
Put your block down with the glock like an alpine
f** it, shoot the club up, call me Shyne