Apollo Brown - Deep In The Casket lyrics

[Sample] Eight track stereo, colored TV in every room And you can snort a half a piece of dope every day It's the American Dream, n***a, well ain't it? God knows it's a rotten game. The only one the man left us to play That's the stone cold truth [Planet Asia] Yea Twist something [Verse 1] Bumping Mozzy in the Maserati Allegedly they say my little Relly caught a body My city going stupid mainly Lil n***as in the pen going super crazy Runners over the stove, giving slight twirls with hoes That powder they nose with that white girl Four door Porsches and polo horses Golf courses, teriyaki swordfish, exotic fortress Gangsta gun game, my [?] aim damage a frame Like the paper at the gun range, I'm sun blazing Cross the line, I might down ya That's why I feel at home around the chain lifters, and body counters Heavy handed henchmen, victorious vigilant Still k**ing sh**, it's pretty boy militance These rappers is a f**in joke Broke n***as tryna beef always getting smoked [Hook] Fit deep in the casket Colombian fashion (8x) [Verse 2] Wasn't for this, then I'd still be jooking I'm still jooking, it's just nothing is getting tooken Words is like coke, I'm used to cooking Like aftershocks n***as is used to booking Saw so much that I cannot be shooken My goons follow 'cause I know the way Trained to go fast with no delay Keep a shooter with a throwaway When it's war we never go away SKs blow your face when big boys come out to play The bullsh** you better start squashing Know your family would be set in place doing car washes Have you taking shots like you was bar hoppin You know the doctrine, since when the f** y'all start poppin? Medaliano, Masonic murder rap scholar [?], major models sophisticado Might Colombian fashion your casket Put your head in a basket There's no way for you to even mask it [Hook] Fit deep in the casket Colombian fashion (8x) [Outro] It's the f** I'm talking 'bout, man Y'know I mean? From the ground on up, dirty sh** man Yea