By Design

От
Москвы до асани
Это наш дизайн
Кто-то верит в
Кришну, кто-то верит в буду
Кто-то верит в бабки, кто-то верит в чудо
Кто-то верит, что чудо без них не бывает
Кто-то верит, д*рьмо не убивает
Не было отца, точнее был, но не было
Хотел добиться многого, глазея на небо
Теперь они считают, сколько у меня в кармане
Считайте лучше, а то ошибетесь нулями
Каждая строчка джеб со старта легло
Чей-то зубной состав тронется из депо
Я мастер злого саунда, паунда, бэкграунда
Аутлэп по
МКАДу, Ники лауда
Они льют в коробку черепную маргарин
А мы нормального музла тебе от крополин
Скажешь, Слим подарил
Каждый сам за себя
Жить катам тем, что крепко на ветках сидят
C to the
H to the
A to the
MP I'm surrounded by the greatest in the game
B Gotta only play for keeps, no plain beat
Touch, stop, move, rock, can't beat
Y'all must've forgot the boy got no ricks
Battle to the metal, you better stay in your damn place
Back onto the beat and the bass just like
I never left
Probably even thought
I gave up, I had to catch my breath
Shout out by the hit, even voice said that
I was born a rap in
Russian rap, there is also my boy, get the strap all
I do is grind hard, f*ck around and find out
I'ma get what's mine, no matter what, it's mighty suda braz
Ain't about them watches, it's about the time
Hit you with them rhyme and the rhythm and seasoning with them punchlines
Every day
I'm trying to find the steps
Up to the final chance
It's less time to spend
More rhyme than me if
I should die before
I wait
I pray the
Lord my soul to take
Look at the moves
I made
That only proves
I'm great
I'm cool like eight
Go watch the news, I made it
I'm a crazy world of a city
With my blake on the side
Yeah, I just gave it make you dreamin' I'm a around the city with my blake on the side
I just gave it make you dream and don't die for mine
Cabin hook, back at it again
On the mic, throwing punches like
I did in the ring
Still grinding, still shining, still doing my thing said
I ain't gonna lose so you ain't gon' win boxing
Hall of
Famer, still got them shots in the chamber
Body head banger, ain't nobody can save ya
Hands, no reflexes, cold, never fazed by pressure
Prime time, pound for pound, can't nobody test ya
Quick like flash, power like a cannon blast roy
Jones float, too slick, too fast, you know the rest
Long nights, long flights, still movin' global
Rus' keep our sportin' out uso pidaro
Never backed down, never cracked, never forced to lean back
The best to ever do it, put
Pensacola on the map
Only rapper from the south that's not famous for the trap
Not a gangster, but
I can choke you with my champion strap
Let's get ready to rumble, your jaw ready to crumble
Throwing punches and bundles, I'm lying king of the jungle
Trying hard to stay humble, but my trophies won't allow me to
Yup, my trophies won't allow me to
I'm a crazy wilder city
With my blake on the side
Yeah, I just gave it make you dreamin' I'ma die for my oh