[Verse 1] I can give a fuck about a blog list I'm reading gun magazines looking for a cartridge Winchester special edition, leave niggas nauseous Riding in a Crown Vic I picked up from the auction Presidents in my pockets, these niggas all dead I'm in a Spider the same color as cornbread She ain't fucking with the help but gave the boss head And most my niggas is crip but I want the Porsche red Yankee Stadium, hustled around the corner Jumping on the Bruckner backwoods and marijuana Whole block sweating it's feeling just like a sauna I can't predict the future but bet I fuck up some commas How it feel to be respected in the projects Chinese and some Kennedy fried, that's all I digest Can't just get it, be patient cause it's a process These niggas don't care about living long as they die fresh
[Hook] Avoiding the precinct, ducking my demons Some say I'm conceded, act like I need 'em Praying five times a day to clean my sins up Knowing I'm just tryna pull that Benz up Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons Some say I'm conceded, act like I need 'em Praying five times a day to clean my sins up Knowing I'm just tryna pull that Benz up
[Verse 2] I know it's hard to shine, that's why they hate a star Dirty face and towel, shaking yola in a mason jar You think you riding, I got some youngins that'll take your car Break your legs then fuck the bitch that'll break your heart Fuck the 23rd, 25th, and the 14th NYPD try to put pressure to make us all sing But me, I can't harmonize, I don't know no melodies I know about felonies, delinquents full of jealousy Used to have that dog food and I ain't talking Pedigree Bully told me he on tour with Trigger, shit is heavenly I'm still in the junkie house, I promise in a month I'm out Phone clicking all this chicken got me in your hunny mouth Crashed up my first whip, they say I took the dummy route My man took some pills to Virginia, he tryna run the south Back to the city, it's gritty niggas is dumbing out Cops giving out shots, no longer giving summons out Clear the summer out
[Hook] Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons Some say I'm conceded, act like I need 'em Praying five times a day to clean my sins up Knowing I'm just tryna pull that Benz up Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons Some say I'm conceded, act like I need 'em Praying five times a day to clean my sins up Knowing I'm just tryna pull that Benz up
[Outro] Please forgive us, we all just want to correct our wrongs. Right?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
