Mudfire Throne

Whispers in the dark Counting every scar Clock never stops Grew up in the trenches, concrete veins Run deep, dodging blue lights Buried under feet, pounds in the stash Flip it quick like a feat Enemy circle Blood on the pavement stains Hustle for the break and all the chains Lost brothers to the game Echoes in my chest, stacking paper high But peace never comes Never rests Trap house bombing Money raining down, demons in my head No turning back, heart full of fire, full of fire With my painted black Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh trap house booming money raining down demons in my ear with a crown from the mud to the top no turning back heart full of fire full of fire oil painted black fade into the night empire stands tall whispers turn to roars we ball through it all count the wins bury the falls king of the streets answering no calls we ball through it all count the wins bury the fall king of the streets answering no calls fade into the night we ball through it all count the wins bury the falls king of the streets answering no calls