POSTE Cartel by Emil Young published on 2022-07-01T06:43:46Z That’s yachts that’s cargo, the runners the gunners those who only god know. Coinsures and plans that never change mansion’n similar to it all coming off boats. The connect he flies. He’s one of the highest seeing me eye to eye. Eliminating feds when they gettn’ at me and trial, bitches. Those who work for her I don’t trust no one I keep the same dementing. Evil in the mind my eyes filled with substantiality see Christian. I leave at the altar every soul which came ways the same as me giving in. Mind filling in lies to murk out the highest getting d’ in killing us. Fuck hiding money. Nigga the eyes watching to fill ends’ in expenses. Buy some shit like the army running more than what god got thirty years pissing. In a pot he had to it was his generation this shit is doing the dishes. Been at the bottom getting stepped on by the top and slut dickheads. Everythings the same under the sun except where’ve I’d come from. From the city first down where slaves where born second guess. What’s earning the same dungeon you're running from in a gun some coming. Double O it’s new for the youts’ coming and I’m at the forefront of em. Charging them they souls first killing your little girl ass dumping merch in the urbans under em. Fuck what’s already legal I don’t want the shits near me not even as sharp as a needle thats what these four. Do when pulling them out and squeeze from at least three feet leak lord. Shed more for. The sacrilege for whats’ in under the inside a different world the world inside vnderworlds’ and crucifixes for you children with the urn. I never follow. Makaveli. You don’t want your family attacked to death be. Made niggaz run away to see they own deathy grave. The steps we’ve made are all for drops around us flooding the drought riddling us losses narcotic councils want us. To stop, but that’ll be like I’m in six hundred counties so far after this one I’m on the charts and 11 tons for ones best. We the blacksheep with the name in vain oncest. Running on Hondas. Flipping 21 tons more Cardinal. I’ve come. Once. And for all spread the poor gossip. For your rewards for 100 more Connoisseurs. And awards. The glocks for those noses. … -world’. Genre Trap Comment by Emil Young https://bsta.rs/99e1d3ca0 2022-07-01T06:45:00Z