Trust gang shit, nigga Look... A real boss can't agree before you walk on your feet You gotta crawl and know how to take a loss or defeat They say you make your own bed, well shit, I'm hogging the sheets I bare arms, y'all niggas still can't get your arms out your sleeves I went head to head with niggas that was taller than me I got homies that's dead and gone, we only talk when I sleep We only talk in my dreams So when I'm stressing up too much and I need advice That's the only time I'm falling asleep I'm only here to claim the crown Tell them other hoes to hang the towel I give a bitch a (?) Spilled milk will never blame the cow 'Cause when the milk spills What's the point of crying when you got paper towels Niggas smoking loud but never made a sound I did my dirt and swept under a rug until I made a pile They know it's lit whenever Ché in town, shit Let me break it down, these hoes don't want Picasso when I paint the town Road to riches but I'm hitting potholes Got it out the mud and left footprints, that's for the kids to follow You know my city's filled with Pablos On the block with something for the fiends smoke, sniff, or swallow Chance of making it slim as a model We was trying to find peace in the city was like digging for fossils Put my enemies in a circle, I can't decide who I wanna kill first So fuck it! I'm playing spin the bottle Whoever lands on gon' be the first to kiss this hallow And kiss tomorrow goodbye, that's how I clip my rivals Them crackers came and switched the model They took our history and gave our Black Jesus vitiligo I don't follow, bitch I set the trends This D'usse got me feeling like Cleo on Set It Off in a synthetic way We had to grind, we wasn't blessed with what they have But we still built kingdoms and made the best of what we had, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
