The Alchemist - Moon Phobe lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Twinz] Time's flying and I'm not getting younger The best days of my life is like '91 On the run as a juvenile living wild Profile on the hill with them cinder blocks Pitch game on point just like the White Sox I'm a thug for life and I won't stop What up, ops? You holding down north click Gotta guy Sactown getting more rich Life's a b**h but I'm a f**ing raw dog When it comes to beef I'm going overboard I got grenades, shotguns and two nines The world is mine, that's how I feel inside Spit bars so I can get my rent paid You gotta love it, we higher than a jet plane Fly as f** laced up in war gear QB tatted on me, we all here Sip beers, put fear in everyone I know I did sh** that you never done Caught jux, robbed stores and all that I'm not proud about it, dun, I need a cash