Patriots by Soulja Quentin Lyrics

Chrome tens sparkle up like keef on Sour Diesel
Runnin upside the wheel seeing no one as my equal
In dimly lit rooms smizing conversing with my ego
Numbers got no heart , and many niggas dont neither
Crack of the whip, brutalized bottom feeder pacin
Over each block, smooth as a benz till his ankle twists
And gives up seperation tween him and the beast
Lured them out the hood for a moment
Give the niggas some peace
Glazed blue hornets, circle the sack and pollinate they fear
A generation of rebellion
Ain't nobody safe here