Buried (feat. Savage Bros)

[bad word] x 2]

Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt 
Put you under the dirt, putting devils to work 
Black jeans, black boots, hat low  [bad word] with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow

[Verse 1]

Burning on trees, ganja ?, no sticks, no seeds  
Chief that green leaf, mind stay at peace, contraband in my sneaks 
Forever free, riding till the wheels fall off 
Or I cease to breathe, waiting patiently 
With a nine placed in the waist of my jeans 
I conquer demons, homicide chalk at the scene 
One love, one life, one sun, one king 
One shot, one kill, one scope, one beam 
Warfare, another loss, another tragedy 
Another victim to the streets, another causality 
Big shot, get your wig rocked 
Full block on gridlock, hit spots until we get it all 
Out for the raw, [bad word] your face to the floor 
For la familia, that’s what I’m doing this for 
Go through [bad word] to reach the heavenly doors 
I’m in it to win it, gotta get it, better get yours
 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 2]

Meteor bright shower the block, watch for the landmines 
Jaws drop, feeble religions follow the anti’s plan like 
Burning the leaf, giving me slant eyes 
? duck through debris, go to my campsite 
Space wars [bad word] and star patterns 
Kneel to the pharaohs, surrounded by rings, call me Saturn 
? putting shards up on the boulevards 
So act hard, seen to Heaven to ask God 
Meet your maker, soul controller, supreme holder 
I move the paper, hit up the block like young Sosa 
Okee-doke, a multiple blunt smoker, the chiefer 
Allah reefer, ? Bob Villa 
Your all-seeing scope, your dope correcting your lingo 
I ain’t no hero, holding the dice hoping for zero 
To ? my ego you’d need at least a thousand more people 
Ghengis Khan concur your land, wait for the sequel
 [bad word] x 2]