Vídeo musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Starlito
Starlito
Performer
Don Trip
Don Trip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lyrics
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Jermaine Shute
Jermaine Shute
Lyrics
Yung Ladd
Yung Ladd
Composer

Letras

They shooting up movies, they shooting up schools Young black fools ain't the only ones that suit up with tools Exercising my second amendment and pleading the fifth With a fifth, this my second this Remy, I drink, I don't sip And the reason is this: it's fucked up out here So we out here fucked up, if you make it out then you lucked up Trying to save ourselves coming from where we raised ourselves Stuck between a rock and a hard place with the razor and a scale Turn wine back to grapes and it's raising hell Breaking down bales just to make bail Catching sales off a cell 'til you in a cell I'm just trying to prevail, well only time will tell Well, niggas telling over time, ain't no telling I ain't lying Ain't trying to go out like my homies did I keep that on me and I put that on my homie's kid Wonder if I gonna be missed, if I did a lonely bid Got homies in the pen who only focus keeping a phone hid When life comes with unexpected times I keep my sneaks on tight Head-on collision hold the seatbelt right up Might be locked up tomorrow but we free tonight Praying to God I get a leash on life Leash on tight, only right that we know And please don't judge us for the paths we chose Looking up to heaven; no one sending me signs Only if this was a movie I' press the rewind He got that strap in his bag, see he get bullied at school Young nigga shot dead in his class, he put his school on the news Now put yourself in his shoes, walking away didn't help He got no friend to defend him, he got to fend for his self And he too skinny to fight, running away just ain't cutting it His daddy ain't home, his momma still struggling She juggle three jobs and get no help from the government And you don't know nothing about him but you trying to sucker him Heart of a giant, I'm sorry he'll never back down And they gonna keep pick on him 'til one day he blacks out And reach in that book bag and he pull that mag out Now he get the last laugh and you're just the class clown Tool on deck, yes, no I can't help that When momma was stressing, I hit my block like a tailback See we trying to make it don't got no suits, just got cases And I need more than this dope money to leave to my babies When life comes with unexpected times I keep my sneaks on tight Head-on collision hold the seatbelt right up Might be locked up tomorrow but we free tonight Praying to God I get a leash on life Leash on tight, only right that we know And please don't judge us for the paths we chose Looking up to heaven; no one sending me signs Only if this was a movie I' press the rewind
Writer(s): Jermaine Shute, Kevin Gilyard, Unknown Composer Author, Chris Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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