Mandela Lyrics

(Tô no rec, hein? Música aí, pode soltar.)
(Tá muito difícil pra tu.)
Ah
Yeah, it's me.
Yeah, it's good.
Yeah, it's me.
That's your baby.

Made it off that corner, kill shit on a corner for them dollars.
Come and sacrifices, riding with no license in a chopper.
Four deep in a strike, bro, shoot shit like he Mike.
My dog a slider, riding with my dog.
If he right or he wrong, I'm a rough rider.
Rapping TTG, been shooters trained to go, they trained to kill.
I said they wanted pressure, bitch, we gave them pain like pain for real.
I signed the deal, ain't leave the trench, stuck on the hill.
That's how I feel, bro, got hit up so many times, you'll never heal.
One to the fill.
Molly, molly.
Molly, molly, molly waters.
Sent the blitz and played the bench, watch niggas play.
Take players out.
Molly, molly.
Molly, molly, molly waters.
Right near each trench, hop on a drake, won't hesitate to taste a scalp.

She say she fucking with my body, chosen one.
Shit, I might pay some fees if bro gon' catch a body, he the one.
I'm riding with BD and FA in the V while on the run.
We caught a outpost on the block, a smell of fear, you start to run.
Ooh.

Praise to Horatius, after life is gonna be fun.
Glitz and glam, you sacrifice your man, pull trigger on the gun.
You lucky boy, 50 mag, a hundred like my boss and sag.
I pull up black truck, escalate V series, got turbo and swag.
Ooh.

War already started, you a ped and you a part of it.
Pick a side, and if you pick the other side, you getting audited.
Get deleted.
How your dog starving in a cage and you ain't feed it?
Pay the front line on my dogs who right behind and then I lead it.

(Olha pra câmera, olha pra câmera, pra câmera, pra câmera, pra câmera.)
(Olha pra câmera.)