[Young Bleed] hey give me weed for a G and let me mob and fuck what you talkin about playa cause I do my job I never knew nothin but hustlin struggle and strive just to stay alive never could keep a nine to five so I'm making my cent a proposition that you can't refuse in it to win it, never lose steady payin dues I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now but hold me down and let me know you know for sure when you see me sideways ballin out the door gone to the liquor store commin off the slab smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab on behalf of the Concentration Camp we breaking bread for life so everything gonna be alright now my nigga my nerve fresh off the curb jelly, jam, and preserve nothin but balls and my word fuck what you heard smoke something niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
