[38 Spesh:] I told my bitch we need to level up We stayed together for the kids, but we really hate each other's guts She said I wasn't getting bread enough Then she wonder why I'm always worried about money instead of us I think back when I was selling dust and crack Coming back giving you stacks, you never fussed The jealous stuff made the ghetto rough They want me dead, I can't even get my kid from the yellow bus Was in the spot then I was getting blocks I done seen everything and not a deed of luck Hundred thousand dollar car riding with thot And I got it all from putting product in the pot It broke my heart when they killed [?] I can't believe the DA mention my name when this girl's on the stand Understand, that's my lil' man They found the niggas who did it, I pray they all get killed in the can
This is for them niggas bringing back blocks For the ones on top and the have-nots I still drive through the back blocks Pistol out, riding with an open stash box
This is for my niggas bringing back blocks For the ones on top and the have-nots Still drive through the back blocks Pistol out, riding with an open stash box
[Benny the Butcher:] I know about trap nice, nigga And what half price get ya So much dope, I could throw a baby in the trash like Brenda [?] hold a mac like he about to blow a back pipe, nigga All this VS glass look just like a flash light flicker You know the outcome could've been yours, give my regards To niggas that finish with scars 'cause they did it in loss We can't do business if the figures is off It's different when you getting this off Now name a nigga with equivalent bars The camo print, in my head I'm hearing piano riffs Rambo clip, in the hood with the door of the Lambo flipped And any beat I tampered with, I trampled it Niggas know, it ain't no stamp on it unless the champ on it You know the shit was hard, I had to make a way Get my mama a car just to make her day We grind it out, while they complain My stomach full from the steak and eggs, razor blades and Ace of Spades
[38 Spesh:] This is for them niggas bringing back blocks For the ones on top and the have-nots Still drive through the back blocks Pistol out, riding with an open stash box
This is for my niggas bringing back blocks For the ones on top and the have-nots Still drive through the back blocks Pistol out, riding with an open stash boxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
