Candles lyrics

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
Hammer fit my trigger finger hangin' out the Escalade
Sixteen grams of bay my brother
Twenty-Eight grams of (?)
I'm bucking just like Bunsen drop it off before I split your brain
Rozzy (?) psychopathic mystic sh*t coming out the frame
I came from the underground with sounds to make you go insane
Slowly rising to the top and dropping shows y'all hoes gon' hate
I'm rising up out of the darkness the portrait of evil is all that you see in my face
The murder I got on my mind about you is a fantasy where I cut you like a steak
Laws of power drawn and ordered on my plate
(?)
That I now about your family and I know there names
Off the wham god damn some f*cked up bullsh*t that another say
Who run over for the over lord who rock like Boulder Cain
Ripping out my weapon as I'm stepping out the cloud of haze
The implement of my (?) go through your face and out your brain
Talking sh*t I would not recommend for you to do cause b*tch its trigger finger
Instant drag em from the river
Trigger mane