Tell ‘em pray for me It was God that brought Dre to me Even brought the nigga Kanye for me Blessed But them niggas shot Big Made a nigga feel ashamed of the city where he live Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap Thinkin’ back to that beamer Wish my nigga Pac was strapped, but I’m dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, a fading sun, bullet scars Everybody King of Diamonds ‘til the Feds pull they card Not the deck though Hip-hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface and Esco Memoirs of the Gold Chain It’s a cold game, nigga, Johnny Coltrane Black Versace’s with the gold frames Niggas said they sold ‘cane, that’s a bold claim Fourteen, had a brain that could throw flames So strange, had to blow they mind, Cobain Bang!
Game / Kanye West]
Mama forgive me cause I’m tryin’ to make a living Them niggas hatin’ cause that rose Phantom killin’ Niggas shinin’ like they hangin’ from the ceiling Me and ‘Ye kill it (somethin’ like my Jesus piece) Lord willing, I see a billion ‘Til then I let my nuts hang (somethin’ like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let the Holy Ghost swing (somethin’ like my Jesus piece)
Game
That’s that crack music, nigga Never spit a verse ‘cause I was makin’ trap music, nigga I’m not an army, I’m a movement The flow is water, Andre tired to Ice Cube him Ice Cuban, roof translucent Chick on my side tryin’ to get my Trews loose When I’m talkin’ ‘bout God She supposed to bow her head Now she all on the blogs Steady postin’ ‘bout her head Got me thinkin’ like a father, is the world safe? Got me clingin’ to my daughter like shark fins and water rocks In my ear is something titanic This my life and it’s exactly how I planned it, damn it God says everything happens for a reason I seen four seasons at the Four Seasons Take that Chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing Cookin’ up in the same pot they ain’t got to pee in
Common
Pieces on gold leashes Cruisers around greasers make it cohesive I’m the son shining with God features Draw closer to a true blood leader Soul of a southern preacher Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders We throw the peace up Knowing that the world need us Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights The sacrifices we made is sort of Christ-like At the after party thinkin’ what the after life’s like He paid for our sins, is it really price right? Fuck it, I see the light Broads, they see the light Can’t deny my Jesus piece that’s so Peter-like Chicks crow for dough Get low for more A combo peach she end up at the condo Another Jane Doe or a golden angel? Pending on the angle, watch the chain glowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
