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Tears in my eyes I get memorises Outta no where Look in mummy’s eyes She don’t show you what she hold there Look fuck it It’s my time Like malone it’s all endurance I don’t like being last Cuz in my mind It’s like I lost it I know I can hold on But trust me it’s a moshpit Living life lavish on the gram But in life ur a fan Cant talk about plans You ain’t got no plans Wanna move mum out the town wid a rover By her side Cant talk bout Have u digging ur own grave Wid straps by the side
feel like i was born to ball At the same time i feel like i was born to fall Theres days where i dont talk at all I check up on you bare because i never got a morning call I really thought youd do the same for me but i was more than fool Was more than foolish thinking that youd be there when i needed it Everytime you needed backing i got there Immediate Big decisions but i didnt sleep on it Like would you risk setting up a shooting but for bro i got a team on it Best duck when you hear the tires screeching it Isnt what u think i got a clean heart To appreciate the light you gotta see dark Need an xray in my head to see these scars We shouldve dropped our pride but we chose to keep ours
Every body's Deeping this Cus they no the realist is But I tryna reach with it U couldnt even rap when i dealing bits Up and them roads we had to feed our kids risk after risk after fam il take to the brink if dont u feel this shit Dont make me bally up and go feel the grip .... don't make have to do shit again cus u ain't real in this don't make me have to go and load the stick cus u ain't feel the kick don't make have to do all of these things so you don't take the piss Don't make me have to war another brother..... don't make me have to spend another year another summer don't make me have kick it out that's word up to my mother don't make me have to swing it out I'm really not bothered Got food up in the cubards I've been out here from a youngen seen em reel it from the bottom then climb up to the top theres no stopping do it like boss like man popping champs on the deck no rockings or u can get nocked out ... do It like Robin thieving in the hood share bringings ain't nobody stopping flows got cold might cop it Shout outs to kb long bird did it no fussing shout out to blakes cus he really held that shotty
Dsg hypos yh i really like those 1na up the high road Bagged up so much I can bag up with my eyes close No cap u can go ask my bros Im trapped in tryna get my racks up Black tits all round The whip yh is wrpped up Got no time for a bitch tryna act up I link a bad b make her give me made uck Then im back to bits tryna slang grub step steady I aint tryna end up in handcuffs Remenicing bout times i nevr had much Now we got dem olders tryna play Catch up They aint keeping up cahwe aint playing games Im Trapping in the cold trapping in the rain Pockets empty had to make a change Been through the struggle been through the pain You cant tell me shit if u aint been there I aint see bro in a sec yh its been years Screaming 3 prez till his fresh home I got hate for feds i cant let go
I never had a choice i had to go get it Cah i got a money fetish If i did who would They dont wanna see u Do good baddies wanna hold wood But i dont want no hoes puss Were older now grown up Bro quit the rap If he didnt wouldve blown up Heard edl pulling up they aint shown up They dont kno what they want the little donuts Catz ring us up for the grub they phone us If they bring a friend n they score give a bonus Cant tell me bout trap Had a bando rammed fullnof smokers On the block hella ratz n cobras
Ooh, you're cool as ever Your heart, it glitters in gold You make me quiver, shiver Got me like, ooh You're cool as ever (Shit) Your heart, it glitters in gold You make me quiver, shiver (Uh) Got me like, ooh [Verse 1: Fivio Foreign] Did so much shit, when I take losses, feel like karma (Uh) 'Member I was broke, and now I'm swimmin' in these commas (Uh) Sippin' on this cup, and I'm just thinkin' 'bout my momma (Uh) I'm tryna keep a focus, I'm attractin' all this drama (Uh) Yeah, huh, and I don't even know who fault it is (I don't) But I climbed too far to go and fall to this (I won't) Bitch, I knew for years (Years), actin' like she care Goin' live, clout chasin', look at all this shit (Uh) Gotta stay solid under pressure (Pressure) Niggas talkin' caps, so I don't let them give me lectures (Nah) I don't think you corny, nigga, I just think I'm better And the feds probably read your shit, so I don't send 'em letters (Uh) Huh, yeah, and all that hatin' get me sick (Get me sick) If I was broke and you was me, you'd be a lick (Huh, yeah) Half a Percocet and liquor get me lit (Yeah) I'll probably fall asleep, so I don't hit the spliff (Uh) [Bridge: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign] Nod, say yes, say that, no shame (Yeah) Gotta work into the goal as far as I came (Yeah) I been doin' me, bro, don't be strange (Huh) No breaks, I want everything (Huh) Niggas get a buzz, I don't know why they stop (Damn) I don't know why they stop (Damn) Huh (Huh), I don't know why they stop (Huh) I work too hard to let 'em take me out my spot (Yeah) [Chorus: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign] Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (Pain) I rap for the commas (Huh), I click for the gang (Baow) Made it, so I walk around with foreign everything (Skrrt) Real nigga, I ain't ever had no water on my name (Yeah) Water on my wrist though, water on my chain (Mm) Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (Uh) Pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (Skrrt) I done probably drove every fuckin' foreign you can name (Skrrt, skrrt) [Verse 2: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign] Locked up, free my niggas sittin' in them chains (Yeah) Full score, tryna get some new points for the gang (Huh) If this ain't what you want, then slow your role and play your lane (Nah) 'Cause the moment bodies drop, this shit'll never be the same (Grrr) Lotta niggas real, couple niggas fake (Yeah) Got the bag then my thoughts flipped the other way (Uh) Dirty nigga, why you steady lookin' at my plate? It be greedy niggas, those type of niggas that I hate (Uh) Traumatized, thinkin', head bussin', nothin' fake (Yeah) Tryna talk to God, but I don't know if he relate (Yeah) Like, if they would've took me, am I valid through the gate? It's the type of shit that I don't know It's the type of shit that I be feelin' when I'm low (Damn) In the clouds, I'm smokin' on this Dummy out the O (Damn) Momma told me, "Gotta stop the dissin', gotta grow" (Okay) Then I think 'bout how them niggas wanted me to go (Huh) [Chorus: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign] Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (Pain) Rap for the commas, click for the gang (Baow) Made it, so I walk around with foreign everything (Uh) Real nigga, I ain't ever had no water on my name (Nah) Water on my wrist though, water on my chain Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (Huh) Pull up in the new coupe, might take off the brain (Skrrt) I done probably drove every fuckin' foreign you can name (Skrrt, skrrt)
Verse 1: Millyz] Yeah The Feds tappin' all the phones, sayin' I'm with head tappers Said I be with fet trappers, jack boys, and bread stackers Keep it 'round me when I move, ain't tryna be no dead rapper Money known to make the baddest bitch bend her legs backwards (Pfft) I was sleepin' on the floor in nana spot without a plan to win (Yeah) Crazy how I'm countin' eighty thou' up in the mandarin (It's crazy) I be with them risk takers, shakin' dice and gamblin' (Yeah) He was out of pocket, sent a blitz and left him scramblin' (Woo-hoo) We from a cocaine block, we make it snow, I turn the city to the Aspens Ain't tryna take advice from you losers and you has-beens (No) Courtside at the Miami game, I chopped it up with Haslem (Shit) A mile away from the garden, I used to chop it up an' bag 'em (Woooo) I let my shit off broad day the first time I attempted (Bop, bop, bop) All them eps make you brothers get deeper than friendship (Yeah) Play with us, we make a mess and they gon' need the forensics (Gah) Millionaire if I had a dollar for every sin I repented (Hah) Top Ramen in the mic, I mix the hot sauce and the cheese in that Told my bitch I'd make it rappin', she ain't wan' believe in that (What's wrong, baby?) Bodie lost appeal because the judge ain't wan' believe the facts (Pfft) I'll never let you get one up on me, I gotta even that (Blanco) I be where them demons at, op was talkin' blasphemy Coppers tryna capture me and shooters on my faculty (Shoot) Designer drip down to my toes, that's how the fashion be My Queens bitch treat me like a king an' top me on the Tappan Zee (Woooo) I done tried to better people's lives that was jealous of me Envy in your heart, it ain't your fault that you could never love me (Never love me) Stay away from suckas, figured out that was better for me (Yeah) We ain't squashin' shit, I'll dead you for tryna dead it for me (Ah) Remember seein' Brody eyes rollin' back right there in front of me (Mmm) It's what I told my mother every time she found that gun on me (Mom) Told her this my realest friend when everybody go to run on me I told her this my realest friend when everybody go to run on me [Verse 2: Albee Al] Grrrt! Glock with a drum on me, shoot e'ryone in front of me Couldn't tattle tell, you know mama used to punish me Know they couldn't stomach me, actin' like they fuck with me Knowin' they don't fuck with me, but niggas know what's up with me Gotta keep that pole I feel the reaper keepin' up with me Had to kill a nigga the other day that grew up with me Ask about them bodies in the [?] but the whole city know Free my lil bro, he caught a body; it's on video Had a bad bitch, just dance in her like i'm Diddy tho Try and steal my chain, that's on bro I'm lettin' fifty go Niggas know I ain't the one that's gon' play aorund Plug went up on his prices, had to lay him down Had to get up and go get it, couldn't lay around Ride through, my block a carwash; we gon' spray it down If you ain't built for a body, couldn't stay around If you ain't go for a body... I was sleepin' with the enemy, them bitches tryina get to me Crackers tryna sentence me, these oppers tryna finish me Sippin' white Hennesy, my niggas know my energy Better check my history Niggas ain't no friends with me No! [Verse 3: Leaf Ward] Homie told me ''stay from out the street'', but I got sucked in Middle of that war, I frontlined when they was tucked in He laid out on the 7, I guess he ran out of luck then Three '30s, 20 and a 40 drop a buck '10 Ain't nothing like you niggas, I was raised a lil' different Bro took it up 12, so he praised a lil' different He got wet all in his head, so his waves a lil' different Bro just came home from a dime, so his ways a lil' different (Pft) Realest nigga in this shit, I hope that that don't be my downfall Hit the curb, clutch it when I hear shots sounds, dawg Two or more, but I ain't drivin' just to drop a pound off I don't trust niggas, I ain't talkin' 'bout no work around y'all We only bouncin' out three at a time like the LOX, we extort niggas Really put out D on niggas' blocks, and we deal with bricks It's been a while since I seen a rock Can't catch me, I don't get nervous when i see a cop I ain't pressed about a bitch, I'm tryn' test this lil' switch There's dead niggas you gon come get and there's lil ditch When I got it I put all my niggas on; Lil Mitch Think Fed every time my phone got a lil' glitch Seen too many of my niggas in the feds tryin' eat And you ran this shitty long time ago, John Streets Seen a lot of niggas take losses, I'm tryna beat You gon' end up pushed back every time tryin' cheat
Bro I used to beg my mum for shoes now I got every colour Jordans Fuck who did it first it's 'bout endurance Trenchfoot forreal I used to step till I'm exhausted And when I made it crash it weren't covered by insurance I need a crib somewhere where the shore is 'Cause when the feds come they tellin' stories And that's when it gets awkward 'Cause the voice in my head said "M you should kill him" But what's worse than living knowing that you turned informant?
Mums son Ik she tried to keep Out of dis I was really trynna slide But we had no blicks I was on the block really trynna pattern bits cut off old school cuz they really try take the piss Ik if rap don’t work the cats keep on coming loyalty honesty that don’t cost nottin I just 2 patterned to boxes now the shots coming lost so much to streets but I ain’t still got nothing
Grew up in the Fours, we were struggling everyday, starvin everyday, tryna find ways to get paid, never had a blueprint we weren’t told no “ it’s okay” , posted on that block they told us never run away, stand up on your toes and pebble rocks up in the rain, Trappin for designer, Louis coats expensive pain, All I ever wanted was to take a plane to Spain, Shout at all the Mamis take them out and make em pay, For the love of all my brothers show my peoples better days, Cause we had to see some murders over doses and some rapes, Grew up in them trenches there weren’t ever normal days, As a child got Traumatised I aint get a chance to play, Skii masked up even on a summers day, Barrel so clean its lookin like the number 8, Look into my eyes and ask me if i know bout pain, Trappin off a zanco we dont know about no smartphones, Always in the bando im jus watchin all this time go, And if he moves too quickly then thats 2 up in his pie hole,
Ohhh You're cool as ever You're heart it glitters in gold You make me quiver, shiver Got me like ohh You're cool as ever (Shit) You're heart it glitters in gold You make me quiver, shiver (Ah) Got me like ohhh (Yeah) Not sad, yes say that, no shame (Yeah) Got it working to the gods, as far as I came (Yeah) I been doin' me, bro don't be strange (Huh) No breaks, I want everything (Huh) Niggas get a buzz I don't know why they stop (Damn) (I don't know why they stop) (Damn) Huh I don't know why they stop I work too hard to let them take me out my spot (Yeah) Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain) I rap for the commas, I click for the gang (Baow) Made it so I walk around with foreigns everyday (Skr) Real nigga I ain't ever had no water on my name (Yeah) Water on my wrist tho, water on my chain (Hmm) Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (Uh) Pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (Skr) I done probably drove every fucking foreign you can name (Skr-Skr) Locked up, free my niggas sittin in the chains (Yeah) Full score, tryna get some new points for the gang (Huh) If this ain't what you want, then slow your role and play it lame (Nah) 'Cause the moment bodies droppin' shit will never be the same (Grrrr) Lotta niggas real, couple niggas fake (Yeah) Got the bag, then my thoughts flipped the other way (Uh) Dirty nigga, why you steady lookin' at my plate It be greedy niggas, those type of niggas that I hate (Ah) Traumatized, stick and head bust, nothing fake (Yeah) Tryna talk to God but Ion't know if he relate (Yeah) Like, if they would've took me, am I valid through the gates? It's the type of shit that I don't know It's the type of shit that I be feelin' when I'm low (Damn) In the clouds, I'm smoking on this dummy out the O (Damn) Momma told me gotta stop the dissing and gotta grow Then I think 'bout how them niggas wanted me to go (Huh) This all my shit, when I take losses it feels like karma (Uh) 'Member I was broke, and now I'm assuming all these commas (Uh) Sippin' on this cup, and I'm just thinkin' 'bout my momma (Uh) I'm tryna keep a focus, I'm attracting all this drama (Uh) Yeah, and I don't even know who fault is this (I don't) But I climbed too far to go and fall on this (I won't) Bitch I knew for years (yeah), acting like she care Goin' live, clout chasin', look at all this shit (Uh) Gotta stay solid under pressure (pressure) Niggas talk in caps, so I don't let them give me lectures (Nah) I don't think you corny nigga, I just think I'm better And the feds probably read your shit, so I don't send 'em letters (Uh) You know that hatred get me sick If I was broke, and you was me, you'd be a lick (Huh, yeah) Half a percocet and licky get me lit (Yeah) I'll probably fall asleep, so I don't hit the spliff (Uh) Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain) I rap for the commas, I click for the gang (Baow) Made it so I walk around with foreigns everyday (Skr) Real nigga I ain't ever had no water on my name (Yeah) Water on my wrist tho, water on my chain (Hmm) Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (Yeah) Pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (Skr) I done probably drove every fucking foreign you can name (Skr-Skr)
ich fange an zu rappen, kille hater mit den texten, rest in peace, schicke sie nachhaus in leichensäcken, keiner will sich mit mir messen, keiner will mich battlen, in keiner himmelsrichtung gibt es einen bess'ren, - norden oder süden, nicht im westen oder osten, du kommst mit deiner posse, ich zerfetz sie mit mein' worten, der letzte seiner art, ein allstar wie michael jordan, reime sind so dreckig, wie ein gruppenfick in soddom, - das ist lyrische akrobatik a la bertolt brecht, das konzept eines künstlers verfremdet seit asi rap, authentisch, vom ersten bis zum letzten reim, wenn du ohne sünde bist, dann wirf den ersten stein, - meine reime erstrecken sich von hier bis in die unendlichkeit, mr. fantastic hat unendlich lines, bin ein staatenloser vagabund, das geht raus an all die vaterlosen brüder hier im untergrund,
