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Leaf Ward - They Forgot 3 (Shot by @TayyofficialFilms) | (Prod. by AyoTrell)
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出演艺人
Leaf Ward
Leaf Ward
演唱
作曲和作词
Khalif Ward
Khalif Ward
词曲作者
Terrell Wroten
Terrell Wroten
词曲作者
制作和工程
Ayotrell
Ayotrell
制作人

歌词

Leafy the only yung nigga that really was rappin and clappin' the same time And when the opps' slid down with they whistle and blew Then I knew it was game time Nowadays, I feel like I can't call niggas my brother unless we got the same mom I held a glock and I upped at a opp' And I read the Quran with the same palm I seen them tears on the face of a killer They murdered my nigga I wanna see red I told his Ummi that we ain't gon go around looking for justice I want him dead I'm be getting the sleep tht I'm 'uppose I know that this is the life that I chose I pray allah bless the opps' soul I'ma keep spilling they blood on they clothes I had to wind them killers up Oh I'm scarred Allah, heal us up We couldn't eat they was havin a feast And them niggas ain't offer to fill us up I was one in the trenches I was the one at the bottom I had to grind And I remember when ummi was looking for me 'Til I called her like I'm at the pond And you don't know what they took from me I saw the devil he looked funny And I ain't listen wen they told me stay out the streets BC them niggas made good money 'Member when we used to look bummy I let 2 pawns take a rook from me I left outta class I remember OG gave me gas And took all my books from me I threw the clip at this nigga I'm sick of this nigga Ain't check out he still breathing And the opps' said we at war BC they rich And we poor but we know the real reason We don't show mercy so wait 'til I empty this 30 nigga I'm still squeezing We give him hell I know he ain't gon' make it heaven We make him a real demon My life busy, my hands full Still putting killers out on the dance floor If I respected a rat that would be going against everything I stand for Life ain't a game what you playing for I went and took wat I was praying for It ain't no reason for me missing out on Salat I need to start praying more I fell asleep in the trap No heat so I sleep in my jacket holding my ratchet I wear my all black dickies and I got my all black glizzy on so It can match it And my lil' bro got a daughter He can't even touch her in prison his visits through glasses They tryna charge him for murder the fuck they gon' prove it The niggas that did it had masks I had to grind for real Ran off on the line for real Now he don't trust me I put that WD-40 all over the .40 'cause my lil' shorty got rusty Brody be catching them bodies like it's raining hot Lil' nigga getting husky I had to sleep in a dickie I was feeling sticky that coke had me smelling musty Niggas ain't give me a quarter not even a bottle of water When we was thirsty, Brody said that he started killing the day that he touched the glock I think that it cursed me I had to run from the cops 'cause I had my glock I knew that he was gon' search me I done wrote songs for bitches But I never apologized to the woman that birthed me I was addicted to painkillers Shooter for real I ain't paying killers When we sliding we look for the main killers All these rap niggas self proclaimed killers Man them niggas forgot about me then them niggas forgot me again them niggas forgetful Sometimes I look in the sky and I get to talking to Jah Wish I was with you I tried to give my yung nigga the game but He looked in my eyes said he'd rather a pistol Niggas tryna give me advice I'ma take off my sneakers And tell 'em tell me if they fit you You might not feel it when they tell you that Ya lil' nigga got dropped But it's gon' hit you my shooter work like a Uber I give him the drop Get ready he coming to get you One of my yung niggas sleep in the fire They killed my dawg but he killed niggas prior I never beg for the work I'm the one that'll put on my mask and rob the supplier I raise my hand and I tell them I'm about of the truth they know I'ma liar I used to drink me a coffee I used to smoke on the blacks so I could get higher I really slept on old floors I don't wanna go back to that no more Ummi said is you crazy baby I told you don't never be stressing bout no whore And I pray to allah like oh lord How the fuck I'ma offer I'm so Torah And I know the feeling to be broke don't wanna know the feeling to be rich and go poor
Writer(s): Terrell Wroten, Khalif Ward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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