Castro lyrics

U really wanna box wit the pharaoh
When i open my eyes i see scarecrows
Shit getting hot no cheetos
U goin burn your self nigga let go
They packin tecs an the pistols
Ill use whatever ima make it home
I puff da weed help me stay froze
Got all this wisdom feel like castro

Rip the laws
Bring ur weapons
Bring em all
Shit intense
Might become brawl
Strap big but the nigga small
Night rising danger appears
I hope u lost all ur fears
Ill call a spirt tell it come here
Wake u from ur lil dreams
Make u think they makе believe
I dont hеre lecture…
Prolly fake shit anyways
Trappin stakin this estate …
Tbh i dont really fuck wit the states
U movin around wit dat big face
Dont make it end up rearranged
This shit all a big game

U really wanna box wit the pharaoh
When i open my eyes i see scarecrows
Shit getting hot no cheetos
U goin burn your self nigga let go
They packin tecs an the pistols
Ill use whatever ima make it home
I puff da weed help me stay froze
Got all this wisdom feel like castro X2

Dont pretend
When i see u leave dont follow me back in
Can't match unless its all black
Gr gr grrrrw
Im ready for all the attacks
Yeah yeah
Yeah im zooted off that pack that make u wanna leave class
U better watch yo back cuz dopeman here to expose all the rats
I wear so much chains not for flexin just for a energy blast
Ill blast yo ass up on the other side if you fuckin wit the clan
I used to rock vans now i stack plans so they neva kno my tracks