Corrección Letra Miskeen par D-Block Europe

Featuring(s) : Jordan Morris & Tiny Boost

Regreso

Letra

[Intro: Dirtbike LB]
Still workin' like we ain't sick of this, ya dig?

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
I took a pill 'cause it hurts (Yeah)
And I ain't tryna make it worse
Said I'm different but you know I ain't concerned
And I'm still tryna learn (Learn)
You ain't gotta be impatient with me, girl, I took a different type of turn
Amiri white tee (Yeah), for my choice
And it's definitely oversized, and it's definitely overpriced (Oversized)
I felt some pressure when I seen my mother cry (Mother cry)
Fuck this money, we ain't stressin', we alright
Don't ever ask me this (Yeah)
I'm so high, I don't wanna reminisce (I don't wanna reminisce)
Satin sheets, I'ma fuck you, baby, stay home (Stay home)
Hit him up, he on life assist
He hit that nigga from a mile away
Audemars, it take the time away (Time away)
It gets better, only time can say
So much diamonds, bae, your eyes will ache
Chrome Hearts on my heart, freeze up (Freeze up)
Miskeen, baby, I'ma keep up (I'ma keep up)
I quit lean, baby, now I see us (I don't need that)
Take a picture, baby, I don't need drugs (Yeah)
Uh, gotta, gotta, hundred-thousand, baby, spend it like the older folks
The paper plastic, baby, I still got the older notes
The trench is tragic, baby, I just sold a nigga hope (Nigga hope)

[Chorus: Jordan Morris, Tiny Boost]
Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you
Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you
No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain)
No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Yo, uh)

[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]
Okay, I got it out the mud like what's in my brudda's cup (In my brudda's cup)
Heavy on the guns and we really buttered up (We really buttered up)
God blessed the trap the day the pot bubbled up (It bubbled up)
Had fiends jumpin' over two lines, doubled up
I got Henny in my system, you can smell it when I'm pissin'
Smokin' high grade, she don't taste it if we kissin'
Playin' with her pussy, she wan' taste it off my fingers (For real)
I'm about to nut, shorty, stay in that position (For real)
Cover up my feelings, that's why I got my hoodie on (I got it on)
Thinkin' 'bout my dead niggas, then I turn my bully on (Bully on)
Turn the MAC fully on, air it 'til it's fully gone
All you hear's brrt and a skrrt when we pullin' off
Won wars we shoulda lost but we brave-hearted (Brave-hearted)
Hammer in the toolbox, we stash that in the garden
All we got is us, we like Nino in the Carter
Married to the streets, I ain't never need a partner

[Chorus: Jordan Morris]
Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you
Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you
No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain)
No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it

[Verse 3: Young Adz]
I said I'll never squeal, wallahi, I never have and I never will
I'm poker-facin' my connect, I need a better deal
Shotty like some B2Bs, it cost eleven bills
Hit a mil but can't lie, bro, I've been better, still
I heard 'em sayin' "Real rap back" but I don't really feel that
'Cause how real are these fuckin' niggas that's makin' this real rap?
Bruv, I ain't chasin' Rated, MOBOs, GRAMMYs, or BRITS
'Cause I can still go straight back to my strip and handle my biz
I was down bad, servin' every fiend out of my trenches
Where I'm from, you bust your wap, go jail and get to benchin'
Beefin' with them boys since fifteen, still feel the tension
Seen real niggas turn weird for some likes and mentions
Gotta play it cool with the industry, it's so depressin'
That's why I'm thankful that I fuckin' blew up with my best friend
And did I mention? (What?)
Wrist heavy, brick heavy, well protected (Okay)
Put a glizzy on the table, bet my niggas get to wrestlin'
I ain't stressin' if a nigga took my chain or all that dumb shit
Even if it takes a year, we'll pull up at his mum's crib
Dad's crib, I promise, bro, I'll fund all of this dumb shit
Me and paps done three bags a day eatin' on crumpets
I'm doin' press-ups, drinkin' water, now I'm feelin' stable
Rockin' with my wife, my shooters at a different table (No cap)
Men's biggest test, you heard the story, Cain and Abel
Never feel weak, I'm fuckin'— (Yeah)
Told my lady, "Don't judge", I'm just a gang gang yout
Bando baby, all the pebs that I run through
I come to court in an all-black suit
Look the prosecution in the face, like, "Fuck you too"
If they love me down, won't bend, won't fold
I'ma come back smiling on all ten toes
I take my Ls, I keep my soul
Hear the fuckin' Devil knockin' on my front door (Yeah)

videoclip

Tu nombre será publicado. Deje los campos en blanco para permanecer en el anonimato.