Bonus Track Songtext
von Husalah
Bonus Track Songtext
Yeah man
Shout out for my niggas man (This shit is crazy)
You know it′s rough out here (You know what I mean?)
You know what I'm sayin′?
Sometimes I think man
This shit is all a sucker
Yeah
Nigga, what's up motherfucker?
Nigga, it's the motherfuckin′
You already know
They already know my nigga
Serious
Yo, yeah
At 16 while my peers was on a prom date
I was an inmate to the dark knockin′ shots with primates
Distributin' the poison, contributin′ to the crime rate
The level of pollution, prevented me from drivin' straight
So I′m turnin' circles, rollin′ purple, throwin' time away
"You gon' see the light of day" the type of things my mom would say
But as for now my only pal was piles of white and gray
I lost the lust for sleep, my shift went to night from day
Devil on my mind, half the time I had to fight to pray
I caught myself shippin′ rocks at Salaat time
Yeah they got nines, but I pop mine when it′s rock time
The main topic of the hotlines
Headed to a true doom or a coop room
Synchronized with the new moon, makin' the coupe zoom
I′m too cool makin' moves with two buffoons
Two rifles with two bananas, true baboons
I refuse to lose, watchin′ myself maneuver through the streets
When weak meet defeat, I need a key to sleep
So I pray to God to keep a nigga's soul
When I go it′s so cold
With this cannon on my side, I'll leave another nigga froze
The G-Money dope fiend, right hand pusher
I should be the man, them other niggas is pussies
I been callin' niggas bluff like "Sho ′nuff"
Uh, reppin′ the turf, kickin' up dust
Niggas gon′ hate you for whatever you do
So nigga fuck you, so nigga fuck you
I really don't be trippin′ but I live this shit
For years and years I thought I was the innocent kid
The hate inside turns into fire, you wanna find out
Can't shoot in jail, nigga you tattle tale
Keep it real, I keeps it real with my so-called loved ones
Not really my folks, you wanna find out?
Yo, I′m still in the hood, I'm still in the gang
I ride through my town grippin' on the wood grain
I never would change, we blow Mary Jane
Hoppin′ out on butterscotch in a candy painted Range
I been a soldier all my life, I did my own thing
Plus I messed with raw dudes that was havin′ things
Rose gold and diamonds on our piece and chain
Lil' niggas comin′ up, fuel to the flame
I put it down in different states so cities know my name
And when I come to your block it remain the same
Pulled up in a Turf Van on spinner thangs
Niggas hoppin' out with dreads, mean muggin′ mane
I made an impact on the world, people feel my pain
And I'll never trust a bitch like the devil′s name
How many niggas wanna fuck with this kid mane?
Try somethin', do somethin', split your wig mane
Shout out for my niggas man (This shit is crazy)
You know it′s rough out here (You know what I mean?)
You know what I'm sayin′?
Sometimes I think man
This shit is all a sucker
Yeah
Nigga, what's up motherfucker?
Nigga, it's the motherfuckin′
You already know
They already know my nigga
Serious
Yo, yeah
At 16 while my peers was on a prom date
I was an inmate to the dark knockin′ shots with primates
Distributin' the poison, contributin′ to the crime rate
The level of pollution, prevented me from drivin' straight
So I′m turnin' circles, rollin′ purple, throwin' time away
"You gon' see the light of day" the type of things my mom would say
But as for now my only pal was piles of white and gray
I lost the lust for sleep, my shift went to night from day
Devil on my mind, half the time I had to fight to pray
I caught myself shippin′ rocks at Salaat time
Yeah they got nines, but I pop mine when it′s rock time
The main topic of the hotlines
Headed to a true doom or a coop room
Synchronized with the new moon, makin' the coupe zoom
I′m too cool makin' moves with two buffoons
Two rifles with two bananas, true baboons
I refuse to lose, watchin′ myself maneuver through the streets
When weak meet defeat, I need a key to sleep
So I pray to God to keep a nigga's soul
When I go it′s so cold
With this cannon on my side, I'll leave another nigga froze
The G-Money dope fiend, right hand pusher
I should be the man, them other niggas is pussies
I been callin' niggas bluff like "Sho ′nuff"
Uh, reppin′ the turf, kickin' up dust
Niggas gon′ hate you for whatever you do
So nigga fuck you, so nigga fuck you
I really don't be trippin′ but I live this shit
For years and years I thought I was the innocent kid
The hate inside turns into fire, you wanna find out
Can't shoot in jail, nigga you tattle tale
Keep it real, I keeps it real with my so-called loved ones
Not really my folks, you wanna find out?
Yo, I′m still in the hood, I'm still in the gang
I ride through my town grippin' on the wood grain
I never would change, we blow Mary Jane
Hoppin′ out on butterscotch in a candy painted Range
I been a soldier all my life, I did my own thing
Plus I messed with raw dudes that was havin′ things
Rose gold and diamonds on our piece and chain
Lil' niggas comin′ up, fuel to the flame
I put it down in different states so cities know my name
And when I come to your block it remain the same
Pulled up in a Turf Van on spinner thangs
Niggas hoppin' out with dreads, mean muggin′ mane
I made an impact on the world, people feel my pain
And I'll never trust a bitch like the devil′s name
How many niggas wanna fuck with this kid mane?
Try somethin', do somethin', split your wig mane
Writer(s): Robert Da Man Mixon, James Ratliff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
