ringin'

, cellie ringin', ringin', ringin', ringin', hear 'em lip singin' my lyrics, 100 friends, i can't trust no, taliban on 'em fuck bro's, pray i cost a hundred grand for a guest show, keep my bitches comin' from my bands and my dress code, middle finger to you ruble diggers, ooh, i put my phone on silence, here comes my whoadies wilin', they brought that dope shit with 'em, but we ain't and smoke & ridin', we run up in the studio violent, bruh fuckin up the beats - i designed 'em, they know that moloko run shit, shining like a motherfuckin' diamond, prosypalsia na polu, v kholodnom potu, rodnoi, ne balui, konets, nastig obmorok vdrug, siianie glaznitsy potukhlo, popytka menia shtrafanut' -- eto glupo, sily svyshe dumali ia nachal tonut', no za 25 ne kanul ko dnu v griaznom donu, na stioklakh tantsy, kesh na konu, kapkany v prostranstve, pru mezh zamanukh, zabiraiu slavu, bablo, suk -- eto khet-trik, kvadraty vo fruity loops -- eto tetris, stroki v tetradi, zhgu budto kendrik, o.t zapertyi v budke -- ne plennik, potainye karmany na kurtke, i odin iz nikh -- karman dlia nakurki, esli boi, to tol'ko kulaki, ne zhali kurki, tut patsy ne duraki na pereulke, slovesnyi siurpriz, esli zhe dukh est', mnoi byl chitan "kriostnyi otets", a ne "dukhless", v kollektsii bol'she serdets, soten ruk les, gotovim svezhii zames my na kukhne, ia pytaius' vyrvat' kar'eru, i ne ryt' s veroi kar'er, no za kesh ne naebat' mat', kher vam, s chest'iu ot imperii prinimat' "bit-pokolenie" -- berrouz, legitimna li golova s telom?, na posteli stil'no, pod neonom s meskalito eva, na kontrole voln, kak budto sredi ternii, istsarapana peskom na beregu posteli -- veny, iz-za chertovykh koles - ia ne nabliudaiu rassvetov, karusel' kazhdyi den' do toshnoty podbrasyvaet k nebu, dve rakety i motor na vdokh efira ponemnog nemeet, ia ne znaiu o liubvi mozhet byt', ma, skol'ko otello, no ia liubliu svoiu sem'iu i geng, a bol'she nakhui mne kto?, a radi fena ia ebashu kazhdyi den' bit, tseniu veru belykh, cellie ringin', ringin', ringin', ringin', hear 'em lip singin' my lyrics, 100 friends, i can't trust no, taliban on 'em fuck bro's, pray i cost a hundred grand for a guest show, keep my bitches comin' from my bands and my dress code, middle finger to you ruble diggers, ooh, i put my phone on silence, here comes my whoadies wilin', they brought that dope shit with 'em, but we ain't and smoke & ridin', we run up in the studio violent, bruh fuckin up the beats - i designed 'em, they know that moloko run shit, shining like a motherfuckin' diamond