Mountain high and valley low and river wide and tunnel deep I have traveled chasing demons screaming all I find I keep If you don't pay like you weigh alright okay that's fine with me I'ma just spray my heat and say my piece and lay you down to sleep Ain't nobody tell you clowns to speak I'mma AK you down the street Draw that bump that's built for the riots see how quiet y'all can keep Ain't no wilding it ain't no problem It ain't no question it ain't no beef Cut that check then things are sweet I'ma go buy some diamond teeth I'll be damned if my setback gonna help you get back on your feet No surrender no retreat Nigga we out here trying to eat Hashtag diamond dog tag Money bag, nice swag, pockets need an ice bag Toe tag, body bag Niggas lose their lives sad Rockets in their flight path Breaking bad, making bad Choices out here thinking fast Smoking wet and drinking bad Soaking wet and sinking fast Shoot them niggas making cash Stick them niggas take their stash The law of gravity meets, the law of averages Ain't no sense in attempting to civilize savages Even though I wish I could be spared my embarrassment I'm a nigga, other niggas pale in comparison We out in Paris yet but still a nigga perishing No idea how much time's left, fuck trying to cherish it A life in times unchecked, now that's American Inherit the wind, pressure in everything
The world ain’t ready for someone like me And life is sex, stress, drama and I’m hooked on all 3 I’d rather O.D. than be the next O.G You fronting for a whore that already chose me One man revolution that’s supportin prostitution I’m trying pimp the game, where balling don’t mean hooping And riding don’t mean cruising It mean keep your bitch-ass moving If you ain’t built for bruising, redrum ain’t in your blueprint In a jungle made of concrete, every animal Jumanji On Eazy-E and PCP, ass-cash or EBT How you monetize pigeons on a power line On a road to the riches every dudes a dollar sign I don’t mind, I don’t mind, long as all the smoke is mine And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa Johns And I heard that def-ass caller money’s on the other line The last episode of Good Times is my life
It's a phrase they say in the streets when the young players meet: Get rich or die trying But the funny thing about that phrase to me Is that these little niggas be lying Cause don’t nobody wanna die But everybody trying to get rich though But the fucked up thing about that These lil' niggas don’t how to get rich so I still run with those angels Man I still peep all those angles Speaking with guns, speaking in tongues Talking that Arabic and that Yiddish Riding them trains, stashing them chains, bangles Yeah I played all those games, though My tag on the wall, you niggas look up You can still see my name yo How did I end up where I’m at? It’s kind of hard to explain yo I remember all i wanted was a gold chain and a Kangol I remember all i wanted was a gold chain and some Jordans too Crossed that bitch, then I got that bitch Now all I want from her’s an abortion My mind filled with distortion My eyelids say caution Yeah I sold crack to get my soul back They say it’s gonna cost a fortune And I wonder if Allah take debit? ‘Cause a nigga got real bad credit If not I ain’t got a whole lot so a nigga like me just can forget itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
