Millennium Earl

It's Kayy-T on the beat motherfuckers Talk all the gangster but you get your Ass smoked Like Pop Smoke-Pop Homicide what we talking about Buy the land on the moon but your People send you to the heaven Clouds do you feel higher now Sushant,no respect for these Politicains filling pockets with the Money like the population It's always increasing like the labour Work how the f*ck the wage always Decreasing most of them on the bread And butter and you call it a living God damn Different bodies in the same casket Buried underground,I dig up their Graves wanna hear how their soul Sound,cause they never go Roaming on your faith took a Part of them as a souvenir Just to let them know I'll Be around at the devil hours Hi I am here Knock knock on them graves Satan wants me to be the grim Reaper, knock them souls That's our Deal though, make you demons for Millenium Earl and the Lero You know where's it going Millenium Earl is searching for your heart