Death Day — текст песни (Royce Da 5`9)

{*to the IN DA CLUB beat*}

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

This is an exclusive, it`s your death day
We gonna party like it`s your death day
Now we bringin` the boys again the boy should win
The stroy is told over and over again
What the fuck is you doped up my whole team toys with tools
I got a combustable notebook and a poison pen
Upon game the boy can scrap flows LeBron James
Like a young man among boys of rap, and he`s back
To clean house ( yeah ) so shut the fuck up
Steve Stoute said I was wack he bout to shut the fuck up ( yeah )
How riviting am I? I`m living inside my cynical mind
Spillin` my nine a clumsy killer that`s comfy with criminal ties
Really the city is mine
Me and Eminem liek Diddy and Shyne ( So )
We `bout to put the game in a chicken wang
Regardless your artists are surrounded like a picture frame ( and I )
Can look in the future and see better days
Im a gangsta twenty-four hours and seven days
And YES is my mentality you want beef with us
YES is our mentality YES
It`s your death day
We gonna party like it`s your death day
You want beef with 5`9`` it`s your death day
You wanna get slapped right now it`s your death day
I want just slap ya I`ll shot ya after
Who`s the sickest rapper?
It`s your death day ( yeah )
Exclusive
Only for my niggaz
Holla Back!