CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Europe
VERSE:
I've been raised by the Streets of Europe Nigga
Momma came from far away no tourist Nigga
Pray to Allah but my Money game Jewish Nigga
Spend it all on gold before we lose it Nigga
Do we pop off, or fall down
Momma worried she locked doors to calm down
Son had still no job for all the costs now
He couldn't pay the condo so we baw down
(yeah)
He's always focused on one vision, he said:
"f*ck the bright lights, bitches and party pictures
Gotta get my momma outta kitchen she gotta live
But shit ain't changed its the skemes be switchen, waves be flippin"
(uh)
Get a part of his canves
To see the different living he be wipping the mentums
Ride around town feelin like he the Champion
The goal is long way off but lets see how far we can come
Whats up boy
(yeah)
[Beat Switch]
VERSE 2:
I swear to god Im on another level
I swear to mom, my flow is Special
Need me a pencil I write that shit down
Come to your city and catch me the crown
I could, take a whack beat and make it sound Fresh
I could, take your whack bitch and make her get rich
I could, take a whack song and make it sound BAD
I could, take a Dollar and turn it to a Check
(Ok) youre niggas never been in my Category
Man f*ck youre territory
Fourty six, the city we hang out
Cashedoutflow, niggas getting hand out
Bankroll on the comeup like all of my sound
I need checks like them niggas living in the south
f*ck you mean we can't do that, dont talk from the sit in the back
f*ck rap
I can't stand fake Rappers
I can't stand fake bitches
I can't stand you and you
Dont talk just prove you
I've been raised by the Streets of Europe Nigga
Momma came from far away no tourist Nigga
Pray to Allah but my Money game Jewish Nigga
Spend it all on gold before we lose it Nigga
Do we pop off, or fall down
Momma worried she locked doors to calm down
Son had still no job for all the costs now
He couldn't pay the condo so we baw down
(yeah)
He's always focused on one vision, he said:
"f*ck the bright lights, bitches and party pictures
Gotta get my momma outta kitchen she gotta live
But shit ain't changed its the skemes be switchen, waves be flippin"
(uh)
Get a part of his canves
To see the different living he be wipping the mentums
Ride around town feelin like he the Champion
The goal is long way off but lets see how far we can come
Whats up boy
(yeah)
[Beat Switch]
VERSE 2:
I swear to god Im on another level
I swear to mom, my flow is Special
Need me a pencil I write that shit down
Come to your city and catch me the crown
I could, take a whack beat and make it sound Fresh
I could, take your whack bitch and make her get rich
I could, take a whack song and make it sound BAD
I could, take a Dollar and turn it to a Check
(Ok) youre niggas never been in my Category
Man f*ck youre territory
Fourty six, the city we hang out
Cashedoutflow, niggas getting hand out
Bankroll on the comeup like all of my sound
I need checks like them niggas living in the south
f*ck you mean we can't do that, dont talk from the sit in the back
f*ck rap
I can't stand fake Rappers
I can't stand fake bitches
I can't stand you and you
Dont talk just prove you
