DEAD AMERICANA POETRY

OGB
Mishka fitted royalty
Black bandana Dead Americana Poetry
Post-trap purgatory
$ud $ale, no degrees
Ice cold, January, February, legendary March...
Push a button and the Chevy starts... Jo Rock
Slow motion, 6's on the box

Kizzo still twistin' swisha's, still mississippin' on the rocks...
Been livin' now we trillin' every single day we biddin large...
Bars from a generation ready-made, hate us for the fuck we wasn't giving winning eur'day
Hate for the fact I'm not an english motherfucker, j'pas un french motherfucker... I'm a dead motherfucker son!

Never gave a shit, never did, bet i never will, cause a nigga ill, so we deal, just a little bit...
Longer for I conquer this addiction, your condition my perdition: gold & bitches
Walking like Egyptian, Pharaohs versus any form of modern superstitions...

HD, New edition, Super-villain, Third eye, New religion
(New ambition) (Chevy ride) (3 eyes) (Superficial)
What it do? Air Forces 92, coming through, done runnin youngin's on they upcoming