Tekst Utworu

Just talked to brodie in the feds, he said he waitin' on a sentence I been tryna clear my slate with God but it's gon take repentance Show me love all through my city but behind it, it be tension Swear I prolly got a opp for every diamond that's in these pendants When you stuck feel like you dyin', when you up it feel tremendous All my day ones on this yacht with me, I call it a friendship Cuban dripped in holy water told the jeweler cleanse it We touchin' down with legal pistols still be tappin' in to rent shit 1600 for these lenses, these my energy preservers And people think I'm calling hits, but I prevent so many murders And I still kick it with the hooptie stealers and the Bentley swervers Seeing portraits of my face tatted, I know I got a purpose When you're broke, feel like you're worthless Poke chest out through the circumstances Bitches used to curve me know I got 'em throwing thirsty glances In Starlets I'm a regular, tonight I might just do Atlantis Dope boys with me, selling the same color dandruff In the concrete we was planted, a rose grow out the pavement Brodie pouring lines of wok for something he's escaping Out the country with two demons, and they tooting powder vaping Or they might be on that Tucy know we set it off like Boosie It be hard to clear my mind, I'm taking drugs to ease my problems Standing on this business, if I am solo or we mobbin' Brodie did a year and ran a dub up off Suboxones Different demons in my phone, mix the flavors I got options How we rocking I seen something in myself they couldn't see as a youngin' 30,000 in the clouds, can't see the skyline They ain't never see the dream that was in my mind Stuff my pockets full of blues and count the 50s up Tatted my name on this game, there go my signature Stuff my pockets full of blues and count the 50s up Tatter my name on this game, there go my signature Niggas switch up for the clout, I don't cry, but I be hurt I know I go through so much shit, but it probably could be worse If they don't pay me, I don't come, I only party if it's work He took a flight to my show so I could sign a nigga's shirt I take my time with this perk They die, cause they be rushing it I learned my biggest lessons from my suffering They worried about a follow-back, I'm worried about some other shit Did them interviews about me, you still irrelevant Like Fivi that's a sub, you stupid I ain't stuttering I'm bringing up this pain But how I'ma heal these wounds if I keep touching it Tattoos couldn't cover it How I'ma heal these wounds if I keep touching it I seen something in myself they couldn't see as a youngin' 30,000 in the clouds, can't see the skyline They ain't never see the dream that was in my mind Stuff my pockets full of blues and count the 50s up Tatted my name on this game, there go my signature Stuff my pockets full of blues and count the 50s up Tatter my name on this game, there go my signature
Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Mohamed Antar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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