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Prince Zoku🔥

knoxthekidd

Zoku! & Riz- I won

Lyrics: 

You the reason i get high all the time
you freed my mind
in love with my bitch i go dumb for you right
its a homicide
but im not the one you should blame
drugs in me like a moth to a flame
took a L i charged it to the game
bro bro just shot a opp he sent him to the gates
fuck the police i run from the opps in my js
damn my bitch too bad
but she drive me mad
i just want your lovin
why you wan do me bad
pickin up the pieces do she love me do she love me not
id rather go kiss on my cup but she like to get drunk a lot
im keepin that K like a juggernaut 
i can promise yo life gone flash 'fore ya eyes if you ever try thinking bout runnin up
and i love my drugs know this shit suicide but i cant let go of my double cup
this is the last rendezvous
i spent my last shot on you
i bet my life so if i die thats on you
thats on you

You the reason i get high all the time
you freed my mind
in love with my bitch i go dumb for you right
its a homicide
but im not the one you should blame
drugs in me like a moth to a flame
took a L i charged it to the game
bro bro just shot a opp he sent him to the gates
fuck the police i run from the opps in my js
damn my bitch too bad
but she drive me mad
i just want your lovin
why you wan do me bad

do me bad, do me wrong
i get sad, and make songs
fuck the past let it go
cus im passed it im gone
really get higher than nasa
cut the breaks all gas yeah
no im not going sad no way
gotta keep my mags yeah
thanks for the love
pain with the drugs 
think im losing my brain cus of her
breaking my trust aint that enough
night is still young lets live it up
the farther and far we go

Moth To A Flame p.beancoco

(lyrics):

riding w a g 19 im dolo
tryna catch a opp, turn his white shirt rojo
on my rockstar shit cus the beat beancoco
with a popstar bitch wanna link in soho
she a beauty to me the beast up on my clothes tho
x in my body dont kill my mojo
i was put here to open the closed doors nigga
shape shiftin no i cant get close to those niggas
ho left me alone then my racks bigger
hunnids im counting up figures
i get high and hide in my feelings
if its up then its stuck to the ceiling
why she keep on playing the victim
making me out to look like a villain

im gone try my hardest
counting bread regardless
i dont fuck with no rapper nigga so imma move like a artist
cus im painting my words like a picture yeah
she cut out da picture yeah
this water on me it look like i went fishing yeah
made him swim w the fishes yeah 
brodie just copped dat new chop w a scope
so how when he shoot is he missing ya?
he not
off of the molly i roll
i rock
and lately been losing control
a lot
i been giving the percocets access
catch a nigga leave him on his axis 
really doing this shit w no practice

the longer you walk the road
you can choose walk alone
or choose to walk away
hey