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.