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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swoe Whoa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Watson
Songwriter
歌詞
Aright, the mist turned and I'm a blurred blood rivalry
Aright, I might hear it from bro, yeah
'Til, 'til I'm tired of insecurities eatin' away at me (I'm engaged beautiful, aren't you?)
It's like, man, I've been in the trenches, am I supposed to be?
Like runnin' to the drug trade, like every time I touch my feet
If somethin' beats nothin', guess that somethin' ain't enough for me
And shit, I'm tired of bein' fat, breath short and I can't walk long
Build my platform up, but is it somethin' that I can stand on?
Give my kids the world and if I love ya, I'ma stand on
Principal mortality (yeah), contracts and legalities
Some time to make the plot twist (yeah), you'll get hit for salaries
Relationships ain't workin' for me (nah), family think I'm holdin' back (urgh)
They can't get no money outta me, hopin' I don't lose a sack
I done fucked out more bread than you ever seen or ever gotten
And pressure bust pipes, interrogation, it make **** rad
Shout down these bitches, tryin' to get in where they fittin' at
Bitch, I ain't got shit to give you, purses don't get into that (uh-huh)
Concreted baby, watered boy, noodles boilin', cookin' crack
I'm tired of havin' suicidal thoughts and homicidal dreams
Kids gotta go back to school, now I'm out back sellin' green
Tired of takin' 20 steps forward and 35 back
I can stack a brick up all due as if 45 flat
While barred from a ****, ****, he don't plan to pay him back
**** gettin' flustered, or gettin' and playin' with their sack
All my kids don't never knock, they just bust right through the door
Bodies drop around me, Grim Reaper see me gettin' close
So, get OC, I get 'em hope, yeah, shit, my family say I give em' hope
Far East say I give em' hope, then music shit like sellin' dope
Yeah, I can take this shit, it's gettin' close
And I swallow purse to coke, bitches, SMZ to Coke
Yeah, ****, hang up, and I leave the rope
And you'd better not drop the soap, your receiver will never spoke
Yeah, 'cause pops still don't tell on his soul
And my granny gettin' old and tears flowin' hard to hold
And it's all harder to understand, I know she didn't pray
She got to see me turn into a man, I just keep on pushin' (push and push), ****
Reachin' for a helpin' hand, ain't nobody gave me shit, scratch your name up off the list
And your bitch like takin' dick, yeah, **** robbin', we ain't takin' shit
SMZ, the money click, watch who you get money with, yeah
****, watch who you get money with, yeah
(Watch your fuckin' eye and play with me, babe)
The shit heard I feel like my main man's, he don't believe in me, brat, I know it took a minute
He post account his cheese with me, I know **** age different (are you with me?)
Some of us get paid different, bitch, we built this shit together (I know it)
Yeah, we locked in forever, tattooed tears, they mean forever, yeah (mean forever)
****, tattooed tears, they mean forever, yeah, SMZ, the money click, yeah (mean forever)
Shit, I'm tired of havin' suicidal thoughts and homicidal dreams
Kids gotta go back to school, now I'm out back sellin' green
Tired of takin' 20 steps forward and 35 back
I can sack a brick up all due as if 45 flat
While barred from a ****, ****, you don't plan to pay them back (eh, hmm)
Make one call and get you whacked, yeah, that's right, SMZ for real
Some of us get paid different, you know, we age different (some of us get paid different)
Yeah, this shit, my fuckin' gangsta shit, man, SMZ for real
Written by: Kenneth Watson