White Lines lyrics

[Intro: Nedarb Nagrom]
Woah
So rare, OmenXIII and Nedarb
Yah, yah, yah, yaaaah

[Verse 1: OmenXIII]
Last night I heard gunshots, lives on the sidewalk
Blood on the asphalt, crime in the backdrop
Tears in the streets now, fear in the hood
Would you really make a difference if you really could?
I don't think you could, and I don't think you would
I think you just a b*tch that just makes music for the looks
You don't do it for yourself, you just do it for a check
And you really wasting time 'cause you don't even get that
What's a b*tch? I ain't got one
Guns? I ain't got none
Blades? Yeah I got some
Wine? Yeah I'm on one
Every night I'm on something, Rossi with my demons
Every night I'm tryna sleep 'cause every day is the weekend
b*tch I got my own house, b*tch I got my own clout
b*tch I got my own sh*t, so what the f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
XIII do the most, OmenXIII doing shows
All your music f*cking whack but OmenXIII really on

[Verse 2: Nedarb Nagrom]
b*tch I'm young Ned, I doin' good, I'm feeling great
Riding 'round LA and I feed my b*tch steaks
Got a freak hoe so I f*ck her in the face
She a "6 Kiss" shawty so you know she f*cking based
I don't got a lot of cash but you know that I get by
I keep myself busy, I don't got no time to fight
But I got some f*cking time, for some motherf*cking drugs
Tried it all, you down to ride, shawty do you need a hug?
b*tch I feel like Cold Hart, glo'd up all the time
Check my pockets, I got nothing but nickels and dimes
I threw cash up, b*tch I'm finna spazz out
b*tch I ride around town, smoking cig, I never fall
Light this f*cking sh*t, keep the head up, don't feel down
Get the f*ck up out my face, you acting like a clown
f*ck around with me, b*tch I'll make you f*cking drown
f*ck around with me, b*tch I'll make you f*cking drown