Juliany - 50-50 Lyrics

I just rolled a whole bag
I Rolled it all like that shits about to go bad
They ain't got no swag
But we already know that
Still, I stay new things coping
Got a few things popping
Getting fresher is a mint option
I call my worker Santa clause cos he brings stock in
Tryna get the 7 series like I'm binge watching
Me and my bros stick together like we siamese
Finally
Plan on making moves you can rely on me
I'm talking globally underhand the entire scene
Without us, you wouldn't even understand what fire means
But I don't mind hate
I'm in a good mindstate
Eating off these trees like a primate
Me and my boys staying higher than the crime rate
And still roll up in the Hague
For old times sake
What
Let me hit em like "what"
Let me hit em like "what"
Let me hit em like "what"
Hit em like "what" hit em like "whooo"
I say whats up and they be like "you"
Imma hit em like "whooo"
Imma hit em like "whooo"
I want pounds of Sour diesel
I surround myself with evil
I employ a guy whose only f*cking jobs to shout at people
He'll cuss you out right in front your mother's house
Your wellbeings not on my list of shit I give a f*ck about
That's kinda cold but its warmer than a dead body
They'll leave your skull on your shirt just like its Ed hardy
I left the party with some members from the left party
Dismember bodies with the calmness of the next Gandhi
Hit the coffee shop because I'm Fresh out of pot
The told me that I'm dead I said "I get that a lot"
Back to my spot for some peppermint schnapps
I yell at the cops that they should stop arresting your pops
I'm from Frankfurt
And I say that shit with pride
And that's where I'm gon' die cos they're not taking me alive
Breaking at a light with the headlights shifted
My block don't stop we the red light district