My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
Life ain't all the glory
At least inside my head
I'm just tryna keep my story
Alive and well said
People try to step on me I'll squash all these bitches
Cross on my bitch and you gonna need stitches
I'm tired of all this shit
Ain't ever have time to be a kid
I'm f*cking rhyming on this shit
It ain't my style but i guess I'll live
I'm tired of all this shit
Ain't ever got time to breathe a bit
I'm dropping bars these words I spit
They ain't my style but I guess I live
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your