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kids of the leaf - goodfellas lyrics

[intro]

as we proceed
to give you what you need

[verse 1: cam, the chef]

now i fully understand how the streets can turn you mad
putting the pain of my city up on my back
like shoulder pads
feeling like d12, but the block is still hotter than an oven
them boys still carrying tools
but they don’t work in construction
constrict my opportunities to careers based on ingenuity
suicidal tendencies
let’s see who i grow to be
still surrounded by evil
little n-gga but my dreams resemble max keeble
n-gga that’s big moves
we are the kids of the leaf, f-ck if you approve
i got your main b-tch wet
because it’s monsoon season
jesus is deep in my demons
i still see him in the evening
i told sh-lly to hit my celly because my squad is way too compelling
my use of mescaline is evidence
that i’ve been searching for some sh-t that’s heaven sent
i haven’t been myself for ’bout a minute
so that’s why my pants sag and my tabs are too acidic
that peyote got me trippin’
leave them f-ck boys gone fishing

squad up

[hook: ellie goulding]
bite chunks out of me
you’re a shark and i’m swimming
my heart still thumps as i bleed
and all your friends come sniffing
triangles are my favorite shape
three points where two lines meet
toe-to-toe, back-to-back, let’s go, my love; it’s very late
‘til morning comes

[verse 2: king]

i play the game right
new hustle bentley frame
skype my new girl from the
eiffel tower
kotl we’re in our finest hour
i just need 24
like i’m jack bauer
to re up, enough with these b rabbit’s
the kid will never freeze up
unless the piece jesus
the hour gl-ss frame on my dame
i grab her hips and make her moan out my name
we’re blowin’ loud like the taliban
rags tied around my head throwing up my f-cking gang
never forget, clever lever droppers
hit a l!ck and ash a spliff
black masks, casket closed, cl-ss dismissed
school of hard knocks, my block
molded a man
no consulting with accountants, that’s all me
i said i’m holding the bands
watched partners die like tony in the bathroom
so we keep 40’s in the stash room
know a bunch of guerrillas with banana clips for you baboons
2k14, it’s a good year for the squad
cam on the beat like chris paul with the lob
i’m blake over perkins
but don’t get it confused
i move with the thunder like raiden
and they kneel at the boy like the lord
their savior
shouts to ronny d, that’s my big brother
it’s family over everything, no goodfellas
so opps get wet up, no umbrellas
and we gon ride with the squad ’til the summertime
coach-lla

it’s king kotl
no goodfella
and i’m gon ride ’til the summer
coach-lla

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