[Acapella Intro] Mm mm mm Doo doo doo da da da dum dum beh Oh, eh, oh Lost all of our woe We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs Hey centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede...
[Hook] Oh, eh, oh Lost all of our woe We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...
[Verse 1] 'Bino, will you be my baby daddy, yup I'm too fresh, man, the world ain't never had me, yup I'm too fresh, man, y'all ain't never gave me that Stone Mountain, ain't no doubting, and these niggas won't hold me back They wasn't hating him anyway My roommate exercise, man, he moving that heavyweight My girl ain't down to ride, couldn't deal with my day to day I'm at my Grandma's house, man, like I don't know what to say Maybe "I'm sorry" but sorry don't pay the rent I promise to pay you back and I don't know where he at But tell him he missing out, his grandson is cool as fuck And tell me who be standing when them other ones giving up? Let's keep it spontaneous, I don't need that rehearsal More flow, man, than Progressive commercials Get with the program, cause the plus loan that they putting us on I got month long before I take the bus home
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[Verse 2] I know this music shit ain't shit And all these random niggas in my house make you anxious And I ain't never told you that our love would be painless But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it Damn, I wasn't in it, damn, we wasn't finished Damn, I got us tickets, damn, we went to Venice Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business That's why you wasn't surprised when I had made my decision Gotta make it, cos if not I'm a failure, my wallet Azalea And my brother still moving, ain't no shit I can tell him Trying to keep him out of trouble, but the cops is wilding It's nice to have a felon when the boys get violent The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love Grandma's couch, my biggest fear and fantasy When I ain't in her arms all I'm making is enemies Here I'm screaming obscenities at a nigga Wanted to live bigger than me Them Edenwald projects was eatin' our concept Of anyone walking out, what is you talking about? Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold On the same train that my parents met on Twenty years later and my thoughts still ghetto High off of pressure, man, that's a stiletto Got your own couch now but you don't feel better
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[Bridge] Cause if not, I'm a failure Cause if not, I'm a failure Cause if not, I'm a failure
[Outro] "It's not an unholy nigga, it's a Arab nigga in the store. You know what he want? Money, nigga. You know what your bitch want, you know why they feel they can't fuck with you? Cause you don't have no money, my nigga. Bitches do not want a nigga with no money. Did you not learn this in Harlem? Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem nigga and you don't want that skrilla, nigga. Come on B, it's home of the hustlers, nigga. That's all you gotta understand. It's the hood nigga. It's make guap or die, nigga."
"What do you think? Cause he gotta know, my nigga. Money is not evil, nigga. Go tell them niggas in Polo you don't wanna make no money, nigga. What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, nigga. You think niggas like selling crack and shit nigga? You think niggas like putting crack in they ass nigga, and selling cracks out they ass? You think niggas like shooting niggas, my nigga? You think niggas like tucking packs? You think niggas like baggin up? You know how boring baggin' up is, my nigga? It's so boring, my nigga. There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his fourth mixtape selling shit. The underground is Koch. There is no underground nigga. You don't see Raekwon or none of these niggas on the block. There's no more block, nigga, it's over for the block. You ask any nigga on the block, do they wanna be on the block? They gon' say no, nigga. Get your money, man. Stop trying to be gooned out.
"Hood niggas don't want to be—"
"Hood niggas don't want to be hood niggas, my nigga. Everything niggas do, everything niggas do in the hood is for money, my nigga. What's one thing that niggas do in the hood that isn't for money? What bitch would want a nigga with no money? Huh? Huh!? Yo, slime! It's your time."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
