I’m outside rolling in my whip don’t trip I got a brotha who’s crip that’s a truce we be tied and I never tell a lie come too my block you might die leave your family too cry leave you stained like dye now I see man’s on the news victim too the crews got walked down in some shoes
Percocet Diss (Verse 1) Yo, I’m the king, but you just a pawn, Tryna flex hard, but your shine's all gone, Poppin' Percs, like it's some kinda trend, But we both know your run’s about to end. Fake smiles, yeah, you act all slick, Behind closed doors, you ain't nothing but a trick. Talkin' big game, but your lines don’t hit, I’m the real deal, you just counterfeit. (Chorus) Percocet dreams, but you can’t escape, Livin' in a fantasy, it’s all just fate, Claimin' you the best? Nah, step away, Packgod style, I’m about to slay. (Verse 2) Got a weak flow, yeah, your rhymes barely crawl, Tryna step to me? Man, you’re bound to fall. Countin' pills while I’m countin' these wins, You think you’re a player, but I’m the one who spins. Sellin' smoke and mirrors, that’s your whole act, But I’m the fire in this game, now feel the impact. You chase the hype, but can’t catch my pace, I’m the ghost in the shadows, you just lost in space. (Chorus) Percocet dreams, but you can’t escape, Livin' in a fantasy, it’s all just fate, Claimin' you the best? Nah, step away, Packgod style, I’m about to slay. (Bridge) Hyped on the surface, but you crack like glass, Tryna hold your ground, but you’re losin’ fast. I’m the truth in this booth, never clouded in smoke, While you drown in the lies, I’ll give ‘em all a poke. (Verse 3) Last call, boy, time to wake from this trance, You can’t handle the heat, so don’t step to this dance. I’m redefining what it means to be real, Ride the beat ‘til it breaks, that’s just how I feel. So step back, ‘cause I’m raising the stakes, While you pop your pills, I’m breakin’ down gates. In this lyrical game, I’m the one who prevails, Got the pack on my side, and I’m leaving no trails. (Chorus) Percocet dreams, but you can’t escape, Livin' in a fantasy, it’s all just fate, Claimin' you the best? Nah, step away, Packgod style, I’m about to slay. (Outro) Yeah, remember my name, when the dust starts to clear, I’m the voice in your head, whispering your fear. So take your Percocet, drown in your regret, While I build my empire, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Non parlo di hoops non ne ho o almeno non ufficiali Quante hoes on my broo Cambiamo di lingue e statii Sto nel Block nel mio block Qua dove siamo dannati Un solo shot poi il suo top Se lo pasan tra i compari Se mi cerchi sono al bar con il mio whiskey oduna tipa Il mio tempo si speso al massimo i miei soldi cercan vie d’uscita Mi perdo facilmente se son triste forse compro ma è una mossa diversiva Non mi aiutan più le droghe rendon tutto si una sfida
