Song: Eyes That Robb
Artist:  Idle Idol
Year: 2013
Viewed: 19 - Published at: 2 years ago

[Verse 1]

I need 2 Chainz and a Tity Boi
Loose thuggin' mate, booze chuggin raised city boy
Flea in a hurry from the federale, riders do
Find ya roots, deep in the gully like I'm Mavado
See ya robbing from the tree of knowledge better hide ya fruit
Watch for the serpents lurking, they'll talk to you
They'll talk til the pistol get the hissin
Or a victim get convicted then they slither in the distance
Quatro figure gripping no snitching
Catch em cold slipping
High off his own shipment
You never heard Frankie ?
Oh thank me
Ocean Sequel when my fleet pull where the bank be
Bet the joker told you to shoot me
Squad is elite, like Robert in Heat
Tactical, I'm at the drawing board, haul up a seat
Don't get it twisted like it's Oliver peep
[Verse 2]
Sticky fingers where the risky lingers
Think you got it lock and keyed
Copper beam the hinges
Lock picking youth barely old enough, rarely sober huh
Soldier tough
But they kept him in the berrecks
Toe to toe he scuffled til he quit with the hysterics
So of course he vowed to be rebellious
Instead it brought the deadliest
Side of him out
Rise of the drought
Never guising about
Hold the pride in his clout
Back slap uh cat'll rat so what's the eyeing about
My time devise crimes dimes lying about
Till I die on the mount
You never hear my account
I was never there..
From the punch swinging far from a humble upbringing
To the streets that should've had a miscarriage
Damnit

( Idle Idol )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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