letra de pulpit - rodney chrome
[verse 1: rodney chrome]
i move on a high horse
tell the caterer that they ready for the main course
extra chicken with my fries we don’t eat pork
shooting birds out the sky is my main sport
who the baddest n-gga you done seen
that got more dough than krispy kreme
sike
i ain’t got sh-t
but just know i’m looking like a top pick
draft season
head of the pack i think i’m leading
runt of the litter you ain’t eating
just a heathen
temperature rise, you overheating
trauma from the hits
you got internal bleeding
whoa you got to slow it down
move too quick i might just shoot rounds
empty out a full clip
teaching these n-ggas like i’m standing on a pulpit
[chorus: rodney chrome]
never let a n-gga come and get in your way
slide that bullsh-t to the side not today
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