Cause When I die And my life flash before my eye By all means I wanna be proud of the scenes
Cause When I die And my life flash before my eye By all means I wanna be proud of the scenes
I fault my parents for bringing me here without being prepared A cold welcome unfurled into a world of violence, despair As soon as my balance was there I was trying to fend From the teeth of the beast cause the street's the lion's den Cause in a town of poverty, that 4 pound's sovereignty Pardon me, but my stance raw cause my fans poor And what my hands draw ain't made for the dance floor We starve cause we can't score, had nothing but toast and hopes So now when I get the rock, I'm chuckin' coast to coast Here's a dose of what's lacking in your vocals Y'all aiming to please the world, I'm on track to what's local
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Here's a dose of what's lacking in your vocals Y'all aiming to please the world, I'm on track to what's local Here's a dose of what's lacking in your vocals Y'all aiming to please the world, I'm on track to what's local
All I need to prepare a script Bassline snare and kick How I used to hug the block Bear grip snub or Glock Spare clip cut the rock We'll flip real quick got the gutter lock Tied with a double knot Cause my steel kick, ride with us huddle flock Take pride in my rugged bop When it fell dip, provide cover fire if my brother drop Send another shot Make sure the slug is hot As response to you if you responsible I launch a few at your crew Then I'm stompin thru Never stop cause I spray and wet Till I'm dry clickin they try dippin but I position the bayonet It's the only way to rep My man first day dead was the first day he slept Ask my niggas if they want beef, they accept We march together in war, we stay in step After every move, we saying check Who's in the house, listen for that BK-BX effect Better than the pawnshop, I give at least a G a tech Swoop through the hood in a cockpit, cops flip, we eject Each phrase uttered, cause every phase of the gutter I be adept I stay crevices cause that pays imperative To erase my gray heritage Good food, best taste beverages Till the streets is covered with my A- I gotta take, cause niggas never give Soon as I'm rich, I help my relatives My old girl cut me off, now I gotta better wiz Buy a big house, have a bout seven kids Even the days my dress code ain't gutter, my presence is Want it made known on my gravestone, truest nigga to ever live By way of bullets and cuffs, niggas fell from glory in my territory When my daughter point at my scars, I can tell her stories Of blood and suffering And what got me here To my rocking chair Have her all shocked in fear Cause she knew I wasn't frontin' Cause I say it like it wasn't nothin'
Here's a dose of what's lacking in your vocals Y'all aiming to please the world, I'm on track to what's local Here's a dose of what's lacking in your vocals Y'all aiming to please the world, I'm on track to what's localTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
