Bruce Leekix - Factory lyrics

[Verse 1: RichyR.I.C.H.] Abduct millions of white heads in single through the nose straw, Them aliens be buggin' while buzzin' in their ET cores, Domination probes into people, like a s** war Kick her out the place, replace the world that was once yours, Moving all bookie like wired men in the mafia, Better catch that snitch, points in like a n***a quaditch b**h, Stay scheming like TJ from reccess To get high in life i success I bet these lads are broke with no respect [Hook] In this factory, there's nothing here f**ing old Hot chicks but their actions all cold n***as here are just bad to di bone Girls are getting stoned while being boned In this factory [Verse 2: Johnny Esco] Fire up this place Stuck inside this maze Tried to warn my friends to never smoke that haze Been erected since year 7 like my shadow in mid-day And i've been rejected from 11, what else can i say Anyway, These days it's all appearance It's either have a 6 pack or keep our arms distance Smoke a blunt, and be accepted or have our own brains Remember that this verse puts your family to shame [Hook] [Verse 3: Rust.E] Like bun everything, fam i focus on that mula It's like hates trynna meausre my money like it's ruler When sh** gets hot fam jump up on the cooler This ain't street fighter but i'll give a n***a haduya I'm lovin' of my ob's, cuz my ob's their my codies And i bop through the streets Cuz in the streets you know they know me That wrist might be glistening, look hard that's that rolly And my n***as never get dropped, nothing like koscielny [Verse 4: Zeu$] Ready or not, here we come Cuz it's the vikingz here to find ya Oo la la la, refuge can be found with your designer We're aiming higher Similarities always seems to generate And then come discriminate, cuz we refuse to regulate Its seems to fit the mode more then they even seem to respirate But hey its all enough to me contemplate Sometimes i wonder if this life is all set out for me I set and scheme, can't wait to lift this factory [Hook] [Verse 5: Johnny Esco] A fresh rap artist, with thought of a Marxist The hardcore arsonist, Johnny Esco stay slick Always take insane trips, capoeria with a backflip I'm always solo, never been a bobo Shout out to cypress hill, cuz don't you know I'm loco I'm trying to sleep, f** it now I'm trynna creep Shout out to fat joe and big pun, R.I.P Now their in the grave son f** it I'm going to heaven [Hook] [Verse 6: RichyR.I.C.H.] Stay scheming like T.J. from recess Multiply my income that produces her to undress Potheads, roll seaweed to success d**hbeds, enter rigamortis without f**ing regrets Pledge society, for how n***as rep Buck clones their all slips Forfeit when the vi flip The sh** we been through, what does this bu*ton do Grab a biscuit, pull back, gravity on the f**ing wrists