This right here I heard the song and instantly had to write to it. I have a habit of feeding off of Rob and David, I think thats why we always mesh so well together. Now I present my newest addition "Chiefs and Indians" by Robert Frost (formerly known as Roblo) and David Roberts (formerly known as nemA and Deezill).
Trouble aways comes at the worst time possible/
so while ya'll sulk I just overcome every obstacle/
nothings impossible, my mind's twisted like a rasta "do"/
I sleep with my eyes open/
liquor in my system got ya boy Coy paranoid toting guns smoking/
that's double irons/
shh i think i hear sirens/
how you all chiefs with dots on ya foreheads/
I make moves on the low to get more bread/
cause then then comes broads that give more head/
too many claim boss with no subordinates/
and they tripping, with no coordinates/
you useless like detonators with no ordinates/
but this is nothing new just some fucking boring shit/
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