Plague by Elcamino Lyrics
[Verse 1: Elcamino]
The butter soft interior match my apparel
I heard your homie told, he working for the bureau
Y'all niggas pussy, y'all ain't thorough
Walk on the streets of Miami and see my brother's mural
Mob ties like de Niro
The big guns 40 and send you straight to infierno
Don't get clapped for being a hero
We on papers but we all dirty
My youngest should be in the league cause he shoot like Curry
Out west I got hoes like I'm J Worthy
I'm real rare but not rich these hoes don't deserve me
I had crack, weed and H, that sidewalk service
I set up shop and made a killing right there on Davis
I showed love to my hood but still served my neighbors
I came a long way from my block yo I'm finally famous
Wearing Dior and Rhude and all type of [?]
It feel like every other month I gotta switch locations
It's like every other bump people asking for favors
[Verse 2]
Yeah last night I mastermind pass the time just be rapping diamonds
Y'all not half as nice my appetite like a giant squid
Earning my stripes til I get tiger skin
And still have the confidence to walk up in a lion's den
Don't try and ship me you'll regret it like frying shrimp
With no shirt I smoke herb then spoke to words to a beat that's so church
Scripture plus my weed louder than a pimp shirt
Rest in peace to my grandpa I love him but hate his dirt
But his work as a pastor got me pondering about his worth
Where does the soul of a holy man travel when his life unravels
Is it in the chapel? Or in God's castle?
Or is his soul shackled to fire begging for capfuls of water to stop the pain
I had no solutions with how I could stop the rage
Copped the eighth, got a taste of her sweet, sweet nectar
How you hate the underground that's how you find this treasure
The butter soft interior match my apparel
I heard your homie told, he working for the bureau
Y'all niggas pussy, y'all ain't thorough
Walk on the streets of Miami and see my brother's mural
Mob ties like de Niro
The big guns 40 and send you straight to infierno
Don't get clapped for being a hero
We on papers but we all dirty
My youngest should be in the league cause he shoot like Curry
Out west I got hoes like I'm J Worthy
I'm real rare but not rich these hoes don't deserve me
I had crack, weed and H, that sidewalk service
I set up shop and made a killing right there on Davis
I showed love to my hood but still served my neighbors
I came a long way from my block yo I'm finally famous
Wearing Dior and Rhude and all type of [?]
It feel like every other month I gotta switch locations
It's like every other bump people asking for favors
[Verse 2]
Yeah last night I mastermind pass the time just be rapping diamonds
Y'all not half as nice my appetite like a giant squid
Earning my stripes til I get tiger skin
And still have the confidence to walk up in a lion's den
Don't try and ship me you'll regret it like frying shrimp
With no shirt I smoke herb then spoke to words to a beat that's so church
Scripture plus my weed louder than a pimp shirt
Rest in peace to my grandpa I love him but hate his dirt
But his work as a pastor got me pondering about his worth
Where does the soul of a holy man travel when his life unravels
Is it in the chapel? Or in God's castle?
Or is his soul shackled to fire begging for capfuls of water to stop the pain
I had no solutions with how I could stop the rage
Copped the eighth, got a taste of her sweet, sweet nectar
How you hate the underground that's how you find this treasure