Mma - Delta Arthur

When the sun is up

We play rugby

When it’s down

When it’s night

We go robbing

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets

Bitch, I’m in the small fucking city

Which is fucking grey

Bitch, I been grinding all day

Do I feel great?

Do I feel dead?

Somewhere in between, bitch

Someone in Ukraine is stuck

Wanting to get rich rich

Let me pay my duty

Everyday like Call of Duty

Ever played this game, fucker?

People are dead, fucker

Let me get my bread, fucker

Let me get to the guala

Let me get to the guala

I don’t give a fuck no more

Hot head, cold heart

Hot head, cold heart

Hot head, cold heart

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

All my homies do MMA or motherfucking boxing

Anyway, we got' put you in the box, bitch (let's go)

You gon' die (die)

You gon' die (let's go)

You gon' die (die)

You gon' die

When the sun is up

We play rugby

When it’s down

When it’s night

We go robbing

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets

All my homies wanna fight (fight)

They don’t care with who

They don’t care why (why)

Fucking suicide was on my fucking mind (suicide)

Slit my fucking wrist

Thanks god she saved my life (delta, on god)

I was this close to death

I am this close to prison

I was this close to going crazy

Life had no reason

Now I keep drugs out of my system

They almost killed me

Fuck the police

I still slang dope that’s my business

Hot head, cold heart

Hot head, cold heart

Hot head, cold heart

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

Hot head, cold hearted

Shank on me, shame on me, this is not London

Shank on me, shame on me, this is Mykolaiv

Let’s go, let’s go this pistol might be firearm or traumatic

Things might get to dramatic both for you and your baby

All my homies do MMA or motherfucking boxing (what)

Anyway, we got' put you in the box, bitch (what)

You gon' die yeah

You gon' die (what)

You gon' die yeah

You gon' die (Nikolaev)

When the sun is up

We play rugby

When it’s down

When it’s night

We go robbing

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets, yuh

We just wanna up our pockets