Moon Over Glenora

Westwood T-Raww
 Heavy chains hallucinate
 Approachin' me nigga pronounciate
 I'm on 2 today, you 2 shots away
 Broke shit ain't safe, get you chased and chase
 Make a left bang bang seen a enemy face
 I put gold in the ceilin I'm master P
 No infatuation with me and beef
 Let the glock on the mouth thats ready for 3
 Roses on concrete, obsolete
 I don't play my games like telekenesis and
 See no head no evil this ain't legal
 Gotta adjust my hat, make room for ego
 Feed my people gotta shoot out the rigo
 Time a relapse fuck it thought I was dreamin'
 Hit em by the fact thought I thought I was demon
 Tryna follow me home gotta take the scenic
 Hot as venus so i holla up in use the big bitch thats madief
 Your opinion and your ideas gave a johnson johnson not much no more tears
 Baptize still got sense, fuck a favourite rapper
 Fuck a top ten
 Number one on your shittin' list coz imma shit on you and thats real shit
 Yeah Alright
 I got talk some real shit on there
 Yeah london vibes, last kings
 Uh gansta nigga fly mafioso style
 Came from a bees belly bedi back a bully down
 Boast in the lord religion im making ploase now
 Had to do this for my nigga trel figure royce now
 Click clow joker's mouth junior its the motherfuckin problem chow
 Let him out fire cloud for betters body bounce
 Shell shock shell shock boirs like a jail house
 Let em run the game don't fuck up the aim
 Try tell a bing tell a pump like a in hella tryna
 Be a good father god father good fella
 Read lotta gotta lotta weight on my plate
 Carry can't hold a grown man
 Had you niggas too scary, Can't believe this shit
 Tupelo more than tooth fairies
 Talk like investigations illuminati ain't it a shame baby, hah yeah its a shame don't fuck up my aim
 baby 80's baby mouth fulla gold like a southern baby, reincarnated hell on urp what a angel's face
 Lip no ats I practice on the basis my believe
 Ain't what you seen a heard is deaf blindness
 So honest don't judge in your honour
 I just wanna sit back relax and get dollars
 You know it
 Uh Check
 Born a 89 dope crack on close line
 Gang signs, fuckers may score seem like
 Call em bind dropouts it could just see and post
 No vines i run shit, Get it on shoe line
 100 dash for herdos you fall from a finish line
 Marsh pits crucifix say my pride
 Put that on life you lied to me now your soul lies
 Dog shots what im up, get that bitch baptize
 Botas in been pars its all color lines
 Hidden colors wanna know the truth
 Pick a datin' time, audemars are most die
 For that diamond shine, is this not after life
 Coz i'm livin' mine
 Westwood London T-Raww Last Kings
 Gold Album, Fan of a fan out now
 Hah yeah