Kirill Kochetkov | Kirill Kochetkov TGP Tour 24

Slow down, oh, it's me, way too cold to be slipping in these streets, mania, mania, what am I about, number heaters in my corner, this the madhouse, madhouse, diamonds on my teeth, catch me grinding every week, nothing nothing, I just stunting, trying to rise until I creep, see they got they eyes on me, hear the sirens in the streets, mama think I'm crazy cause I see the demons when I sleep, I don't listen when they To me, innovators with the haters cannot help but copy me. Mention winners, mention me. The type of young, why you too busy talking? Call it, whoa. Sloping in these streets. Yeah, maniac. I'm all about number heaters in my corner. This the madhouse, madhouse. Cause I'm different, they won't write me easily. See no competition, basically it's on me. I'm never stuck with the wrong rap. Trying to get ----, suddenly just shifted. Wasn't nothing can tell me. Wasn't nobody that can help me. When I was young, but I had my helmet, uh, kill it. He don't really, he know that's anybody. They know about the flow. They dedicated to stopping the shine. When they go high, I hit them below. Slow down. Oh, it's me. Way too cold to be slipping in these streets. Maniac, maniac. What am I about? Number heaters in my corner. This the madhouse, madhouse. Diamonds on my teeth, catch me Way too cold to be slipping in these streets Maniac, maniac, what am I about? Number eight is in my corner This the madhouse, madhouse, madhouse This the madhouse, this the madhouse This the madhouse, this the madhouse For such a landing, bro, this is for the compression. We can start with this. Whoa, thank you, Rancho.