Puddin' pops - Tha God Fahim & Mach-Hommy: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Tha God Fahim & Mach-Hommy

Puddin' pops

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Puddin' pops fue lanzado el 4 de marzo de 2018 por Tha God Fahim como parte del álbum Wide Berth

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumWide Berth

Fecha de lanzamiento4 de marzo de 2018

Sello discográficoTha God Fahim

LanguageEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM78

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Tha God Fahim

Intérprete

Mach-Hommy

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Tha God Fahim

Autoría

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Tha God Fahim

Producción

Letra

It was all a dream

But I never read Word Up! magazine

Maybe a lil' Dr. King, you either choose the—

Ballot or bullet, the octagon or ring

Praying for success like a fiend, lookin' up

Stress, holy books layin' 'cross my chest

I'm just tryna give till nothing's left

Only way we ever part is death, and when I lay in rest

Long as my people know I tried my best

No one is above the laws of god, sometimes life is a facade

Will the pay ever add up to the job?

'Cause all the time I see is a lot of sufferin'

Runnin' my people into the ground over a little nothin'

Now our own peoples do the most harm to us

We even kill each other turf that don't belong to us

We drink big but fall short, what is this?

I'm just tryna see another side of the business

In this world it's hard askin' for help

When the poverty hit below the belt

So it's just best to do for self, and stay to self, can we progress like that?

All the knowledge I receive I try to give right back

While I just lay out facts, you got whack ass raps

Tellin' lies on wax. I despise those cats

It was all a dream

But I never read Word Up! magazine

Maybe a lil' Dr. King, you either choose the—

Ballot or bullet, the octagon or ring

Praying for success like a fiend, lookin' up

Stress, holy books layin' 'cross my chest

I'm just tryna give till nothing's left

Only way we ever part is death, and when I lay in rest

Long as my people know I tried my best

It's hell on earth, but it's paradise too

So many snakes with the parasite flu

Lookin' at the god like you doing something new

It ain't my problem you dudes can't handle the truth

Like you was the only **** thuggin' before the stoop

Like you was the only **** livin' up in the zoo

Like you was the only **** but you don't got a clue

So I was the only **** that grew

So show some respect

Those **** crave to put some chains on ya neck

Put up a bet, **** that do it for the fame and the check

Your move was off balance, see no entry in my palace

I'm putting stars on **** heads like Dallas

I got ghetto dreams, got heat to settle themes

Cause only cash is king when you play the mezzanine

Heat to settle themes, cause only cash is king when you play the mezzanine

It was all a dream

But I never read Word Up! magazine

Maybe a lil' Dr. King, you either choose the—

Ballot or bullet, the octagon or ring

Praying for success like a fiend, lookin' up

Stress, holy books layin' 'cross my chest

I'm just tryna give till nothing's left

Only way we ever part is death, and when I lay in rest

Long as my people know I tried my best

Written by: Tha God Fahim

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