Loyalty 4 Ever (part. Hades66)

Imagine growing up in a place where saying a word
Can mean the difference between life and death
Where silence isn’t just a smart move
But the ultimate test of loyalty

I got girls waiting for me with their legs wide open
And fools who locked up, but I broke down the door
Independent Millo, I’ve turned down a few offers
In the Italian line, loyalty like omertà

Loyalty forever, motherfucker, loyalty forever
You lose friends the higher you level up
Pills of every color, like a box of Fruity Pebbles
And doing it on a track like H, say it, never

The urge to do it your way
With my body in the fridge and my voice trending outside
I got race cars and the jockeys that speed them up
They stick to you car to car and raise the heat
Take shots with balls in your face and in your lungs, and

They die, they die (krra, krra, krra, krra, krra)
They die (hey, listen)

Tickets at fifteen (at fifteen), and the pieces at one-four
The old ladies love me and the junkies adore me
The 47 sounds off, it’s got that nasty vibe
They’re capping thinking that’s how a boss rolls (boss, boss, boss, boss)

Trili (trili), little boat, punk
We sell the stuff that left Voldemort without a nose
Blue Benjamins and the twenties are Hulk (cash, cash)
Jared Leto on the bike, dressed in red like Tron

47 satanic, in your corner I plant panic (hey)
Keep flexing online, you’re gonna die (you’re gonna die)
More pieces than the mechanics, this little dude is quick
When they hit you with the stick, you’ll never live, haha

They die (you heard?), they die, they die
I hit them with the Draco, these bastards die

The girls tell me: Daddy, the brothers are trigger happy
We’ll send you a chick to set you up like Floppy (tell me, H)
And blow smoke like Scrappy (the double H)

Tell me, H
Hey, uoh
H, brother, for the abuse
Let’s go already

They die, they die

Hanzel the H, The One with the White Eyes
You heard, son of a bitch?
Hey, tell me, Hades
The 66
Hey, tell me, B

The Chosen Ones
Hey, tell me, Mueka The Brain
Hey, tell me, Yama (tell me, Yama, hehehe)
Hey, tell me, Orien
Eternal Music

Loyalty forever, like Kobe with the Lakers
I’m the son of a bitch eight, motherfucker, haha
They die