2DEAD BOYZ, The Underachievers - Omertà

Hey.
Omerta, gotta keep a tight circle.
If I die, would you ride or would you murk 'em?
If you died, I will burn every inch of this earth up.
All we got is us, city in closed curtains.
Omerta, gotta keep a tight circle.
If I die, would you ride or would you murk 'em?
If you died, I will burn every inch of this earth up.
All we got is us, city in closed curtains.
I'm a pace setter, transcendent, button-pushing, wage weather.
You ain't dealt with cold steppers, feel like Morrison, cold pepper.
Lo sweater, perfect measure, Cleopatra level pleasure.
No regrets, we make it better, press while loud, we chasing treasure.
Riding high and tight, like Pouya's Cadillac.
The team depend on me like Derrick Henry running backs.