Chapter 92: Evil St. Clair Lyrics

NightMode my Benz, 5-star event

I don't shake hands, I don't fake friends

I'm quick to cut the ends, that boy was talking shit

We left him right were he stand

I wish you could be with me, but you couldn't see what I could see

And you can't lie to a nigga, this ain't where you imagined me

Name hold weight for centuries, rich like a Kennedy

In that shady spot, know that it get realer

In the zoo, monkey gorillas

My babies so damn beautiful, get me in my feelings

I'm in the badlands, can't earn that bitch, I'll steal it

Try to rock with me, but I see he was a lizard

Said he fuck wit my partna from the east side, go figure

Came up with my shadows, I'm leaving with em

We don't go against the code of the villains

NightMode my Benz, 5-star event

I don't shake hands, I don't fake friends

I'm quick to cut the ends, that boy was talking shit

We left him right were he stand

I wish you could be with me, but you couldn't see what I could see

And you can't lie to a nigga, this ain't where you imagined me

Name hold weight for centuries, rich like a Kennedy