This Thing of Ours

By Chetta

On Omerta

Released on May 17, 2016

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Feel just like the mob

Say hello to your new don

Got a soulja underarm

Keep that on, dont be alarmed

That lil ginzo going hard, That lil benzo get destroyed

I need 2 i feel annoyed

Take me off i feel deployed

Flicking ashes off my torch, Pour my lean in tidal waves

Giving light they throwin shade up in the way its time for change

Cut my palm and take my name

Cut u off and take the blame

Let the blood drip down the blade I swear on mine won't say a thing Who really really wanna live like this

Who really really be bout that shit

Bout that shit, im bout that shit

2 pull ups like a horror flick

Horrific i leave the scene

Mask with a double clip aim the beam

They hatin me, won't say a thing I pull just like emergency

Pop a pill im percules

Overdosed my triple beam

Got too much work and too much schemes

Wish death on me I haunt their dreams

Rest on me I wake they sleep

Vest on me dont feel relief

That tech in me, i lean like pisa

Bullet shells on cymbeline