Felina Lyrics

King of the dead

Ash and decay

You running em up

While we bringing the fade

Never forget boy

The dirt where i lay

For eternity hs the bum here to stay

Blow out my candle and light up the place

fire start catching you running away

Method man bumping that shit on the plane

Keep the chaos from burning and wither away

I'm a youngn just heard that you spoke on my name

Know it's the soul when I'm coming your way

If you not with me then get out my face

I don't need your attention

Don't care bout your names

Came from a place where the money get made

Any which way boy the money got made

Blunt get to rolling

Hit 5 in a day

Fiji water get pouring

Got tracks getting made

On my shit

Rolling

Rolling up quick

Gotta split bud

Pop tops hitting licks

In the black truck

Four four pouring drinks

I aint got love

One shot to my brain

Now I'm gone slump

Im a jit

Drugs in my spliff

Eyes looking red

water getting the sip

Pull up and whip

You mess with the kid

Slam in the dirt

And we close up the lid (your dead)

I don't realise that I'm the shit

We burning the list

Im still just a kid

And already on my way

Straight to the ridge

To smoke up a fifth

I light up your bitch

I don't want to talk

I just want blunts above it all

I knew i felt that you were off

Nah nah i aint ever going soft

Bitch boy what