Texty:
Breaking Point Nothing Left At All

late To see that they take 'til there's nothing Nothing left at all, we live to give ourselves away But they take 'til there's nothing left at all Is

too late to see that they take til there's nothing nothing left at all we live to give ourselves away but they take til there's nothing left at all is

costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli Pinnin' my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure point And a point where I break your hand

You are hopeful, then you regret The circle never breaks With a sunrise and a sunset There?s a change of heart or address Is there nothing that remains

why'd you have to pick me when your points strictly stripped your brothers of their props When I rock any facility with artillery like Attila you rap with all

ass Got a rented 45 and I'm able to shoot Itchy finger hare trigger and it's pointed at you I'm not here to claim that I'm all insane in the brain I'm

back up man You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG Is souped like Chef boyardee Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin Goddamn, gotta break you off

gotta make sure your flow your delivery You gotta make sure all that's on point Hurt his feelings, bite his head off [Cass the Hustla] Listen to this all

Yeah, yeah, one more time, seventies shit, got the lean Shit is leaning, it's to the left, it's just leaning, dribbling Like, like he gave it a bag of