Fuck with Fiend, you die, lose your vitals You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came with me to London You
Översättning: Fiend. Resa till London.
[Fiend] He never really saw the bullet coming, no type of instinct for running I wish he would have came with me to London I never knocked his hustle
But it seems like I'm locked in hell Lookin' over the edge but the R never fell Or tripped or slipped 'cause my Nikes got grip I stand on my own two
fell A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip Stand on my own two feet and come equipped Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on I stand alone and need
