[Intro] (Woah) Woah, ugh, ah, this shit is stupid Fuck, man, trudgin', uh (Christo)
[Verse] Trudgin' through the mud, you gotta pay me back in blood Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh Liable to wild if they don't give me my semi-nine Fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty five-five, ha, times Hard times still ahead and behind, don't whine though I ride or die, or I'll die while releasin' the Rondo I'm qualified, I've never made a dollar off of Spotify Shit, nah, I'm lyin', probably five She say my willy really giant, Jiddie Cauley-Stein Kamikaze cool, killin' mood You will not survive, who will I include? Every girl got a so-called thug, go and get in the line 'Cause when I touch lines, it's suicide It's 'bout time for niggas to duck the shade then shine through all blinds When all stars align, the lightwave wasted my time Switchin' gears to grind, came to grips with grabbin' nines In the midst of wind whispers, where you been? It's been a mighty long time Long time, lineage, legacy, legend in his primetime Like Deion, HBC, you caught your own kind Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine Like you Michael Oher or them crackers, Michael Myers at my door Mighty fine (Whore), read my horoscope and said my sign What's your rising? What's your moon? Saw her moon was from behind Shake it like it's for the 2000 and 1999 Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line Gold and diamonds shine, never sign my soul For those I told, my bro in the ride with rope Before I glow, it glew, it cost, they inside the stove It's hot, my nose overflow with snot— You didn't know the nigga, told me I be totin' the rock Gettin' older, nigga, tell me I be totin' the Glock Gettin' older, nigga, die (Dead) or get a thumb in the box Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni Workin' like Kobe-be-be-be-be Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie Niggas on flash, ho', niggas on bodie Niggas on OD-D-D-D-D Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me Niggas don't know me-me-me-me-me But I'ma gon' show these niggas I'ma show these niggas, I'ma show these niggas When the police kick in the door You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked They pull up in the Rover, feet on top When they see it like a motherfucker, you feel what I'm sayin'? HahaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
