Hang Glide Samurai E

Yo, yo, yo, what up? Yeah, what's going on my nigga? Word up, man. This fucking Chef, 3, What up man? What's good? The Academy, what's going on? This your brother Chef Man from Chi-Land. You already know, M80. Cojo, what's good? You already know, Chi-Land, what's going on? Back for vengeance, glocked up, drinking Cîroc'd up. Call it what you call it, I'ma call it Some boxed up. Nah. Used to flashing gats, Double barrels. The clip's narrow, don't even give It the doubt and-What? Hang with the monster mobsters. All of them keep rockets on 'em, ain't no Sense for the arguments. Drugs and guns and thuns and every part of My plan's done. Hiding in my mansion one, Yeah I'm a polo head. Polo Pull over the Rover, sober red. Sober Riding with my niggas in Chicago, hold the Lead, my nigga. You already know. 'Cause it's the bigger we get, the bigger you Fall, the bigger we shake. Check the wall full of scholars, bank robbers, Ankle gold chargers. All my niggas quick to get off, popping collars. Fuck a bitch. it's just a family status. Don't get sprayed up for fucking with the family Catalyst. Ayo we Sand Riders, no man's liver. We on the top, we on riders like hang Glider. Call it the zeal rap, yeah man I'm Fire. Entire world all your hands higher, Uh. Ayo we Sand Riders, no man's liver. We on the top, we on riders like hang Glider. Call it the zeal rap, yeah man I'm Fire. Entire world all your hands higher. Right on, right on. He must be on meds and shit. I keeps one of those things that shreds your Shit. Or did he forget the number of how Many it hit? For fucking with real niggas, More money to get. Fuck it, sandblast niggas like The Mojave. Beasts, Mugabe, I'll be probably oddly Pushing down the street slow key, bucket and banger. Front liners with me strictly bucking and banging. Twisting in rivalries, on mission, soldiers. Goblins know good steam, brewing niggas like Folgers. Frankenstein, I'm a bubble away from Tripling what a nigga made yesterday. Before I start busting a musket, ivory touch handle On the hammer. Trust me it must be Pentagon Or nothing motherfucker. I won't tell you again. Sand Rider, Samurai-der, I'ma ride to the end, Ayo we Sand Riders, No man's liver. We on the top, we on Riders like hang glider. Call it the zeal rap, yeah man I'm fire. Entire world all hands higher, uh. Ayo we Sand Riders, no man's liver. We on the top, we on riders like hang Glider. Call it the zeal rap, yeah man I'm Fire. Uh, yeah. Entire world all your hands higher. Check. Samurai, ski nice, steel flask. Full of sake rice, poltergeist life. I'm nice, I'll put your head on ice over Dice. Blood on the thumbs, spilling rum on the Gun. The ways of the beast, angel with grief. Poked holes in the duct tape, don't forget to Breathe. You alone, half awake in a broken dream, Delirium. There's a ghost inside of the militant, And he's talking, it's militant. Killer shit, revealing it. Revelations of the grave trade, brigade wave. Dead bodies in the sky fly like hang glide Over innocent bystanders. Swoop high like Highlander. Then we split off in the sky van. Fuck niggas want from Jaro? Today's gold, it's the today's show, ha. Because some loc niggas know woke niggas, you'll get Your face smoked, ha. Kingpin murder he wrote. Ayo we Sand Riders, no man's liver. We on the top, we on riders like hang Glider. Call it the zeal rap, yeah man I'm Fire. Entire world all your hands higher, Uh. Ayo we Sand Riders, no man's liver. We on the top, we on riders like hang Glider. Call it the zeal rap, yeah man I'm Fire. Entire world all your hands higher.