We in the M off Tillman Posted with Young Jones Yup, kin up in the building But I ain't tryna rap to you I'm just tryna rap to you For them boys that flodgin' with ya matic put the strap to you 'Cause homie a go getter Stacks on deck and front like a cold killer Think he gon' live forever But that gon' happen never Plus playing in these streets You'll get a slug through your sweater
So I'm on my grind, got truth up in my mind And Jesus on my mouth, I let 'em know he lived and died Tryna be a city light, got that JSon in my ride Romans One-One-Six, unashamed all the time Hoping you feel the same way, 'Cause you can come up on that guap and die in the same day Yo momma and yo cousins be cryin' at yo wake And the wrath Christ ate be dumped on yo plate (yup)
Aye you know what it is Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live I take it where the hood get it in Bring it back to the block for you again We in the streets like G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it
Yup, you know what it is, Running off your friends with that Jesus talk again Back like I never left, PRo get it in Let 'em know the king live while they sippin' on gin I pray to God that you ain't running with G's The Four Fifth turn your North Face into swiss cheese In the Devil's symphony, you're Ray Charles Blind, but still playing with keys
Hey, I see it everyday B Cats chase coins, Mario, Luigi But never get the prize that they seek He just locked in a box like Harry Houdini But can't escape this one, It's either pine over bars, pick one But maybe you'll escape right now But one day be in flames, Hot Boy, Juvenile
Aye you know what it is Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live I take it where the hood get it in Bring it back to the block for you again We in the streets like G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it
Now if you're feeling like a pimp then Go and brush your shoulders off But you can be a pimp and catch something you ain't brushing off And women don't give it away to get 'em If you only finding dogs, prolly lookin' in the kennel It's the reason God tell us not to fornicate 'Cause you don't wanna find out if he's the daddy Maury Povich's way And don't believe what Beyonce sing on it 'Cause if you try, prolly never put a ring on it Love is kind, love is patient He don't love you baby girl if it ain't worth the wait then Yeah I'm throwing salt at your game 'cause you a slug If you out there making babies you don't plan to raise The Bible make it clear, one man, one woman Joined together, never severed, forever and ever You looking like I did you wrong That's why we get in it to put you on, yup
Aye you know what it is Out for my kin let 'em know the truth live I take it where the hood get it in Bring it back to the block for you again We in the streets like G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it G-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get it, g-g-get itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
