CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Rough Environments
F**k
Watch where you coming n***a
F**k
F**k
You ever inspire any of your idols
Or you just stuck at making your friends your rivals
In this rap sh*t there’s no survival
I’m in Idaho with nowhere to go
I think dumb rappers must go
If you happy as the sun ball on them (Yeah)
I want n***as to go sharpen some pencils and fall on them
Best nights are usually unplanned, random, spontaneous with the gun blam
One life and one chance and you can be replaced
Better yet, make the best decision
The past can’t be rearranged, forgotten or еrased
It can only be acceptеd, so just mix it with the chaser
And go mix it with the eighth, hot box cover my face
N***as say they out here living their best life
Well I’m the worst part of the death you don’t know about
Now I know the route, I go about sh*t my way
And I let mine blaze
One blunt I was high for five days
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
Yeah
N***as gon’ hate me for life
I wish the people you staged dived on was spikes
I’m a sick husband
One sixteen is a rich Russian
You put fire to the Backwood with a mother f**king gummy
It was just you and your Shawn Skemps leaning on whips
That don’t belong to you
Had your a** dreaming and sh*t
I love my fans they be a fiend for this sh*t
Collect the cheese
You like rats, that’s why I leave peanut b***er seeds
Understood what goes on when a n***a like me jotting
Listen and gain substance while your head knocking
My rap style never boxed in, locked in like a criminal, all bars
Imma get mines and Imma get me some more
Act a fool if I have to
Street n***as listen to my sh*t, I make them n***as wanna rap too
Getting the right people inspired, trying not to be the best in Chicago
Get robbed for your clothes
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
Yeah
Yeah
When you not inspired you start lying
When n***as not dying that means as a race we start trying
In that case, Imma call up my n***a Race to smoke up the whole thing
When I die don’t say I’m the king
I came with this thing to gleam part of the daily news
N***as got big plates, won’t share the food (The f**k?)
That’s kind of f**ked up my n***a
We gonna break your face and then slice your liver, Thanksgiving
I be ripping and I be living like I’m supposed
N***as out here saying Victor a goat
But at the same time Victor a ghost
Victor will roast your mother f**king face by the oaks
N***as know how I get down
I spit rounds like a mother f**king trigger with the finger
Add all that sh*t up you still couldn’t get it
When you come to the hood n***a you better have your vision
Or you gone long distance
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
Yeah
Watch where you coming n***a
F**k
F**k
You ever inspire any of your idols
Or you just stuck at making your friends your rivals
In this rap sh*t there’s no survival
I’m in Idaho with nowhere to go
I think dumb rappers must go
If you happy as the sun ball on them (Yeah)
I want n***as to go sharpen some pencils and fall on them
Best nights are usually unplanned, random, spontaneous with the gun blam
One life and one chance and you can be replaced
Better yet, make the best decision
The past can’t be rearranged, forgotten or еrased
It can only be acceptеd, so just mix it with the chaser
And go mix it with the eighth, hot box cover my face
N***as say they out here living their best life
Well I’m the worst part of the death you don’t know about
Now I know the route, I go about sh*t my way
And I let mine blaze
One blunt I was high for five days
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
Yeah
N***as gon’ hate me for life
I wish the people you staged dived on was spikes
I’m a sick husband
One sixteen is a rich Russian
You put fire to the Backwood with a mother f**king gummy
It was just you and your Shawn Skemps leaning on whips
That don’t belong to you
Had your a** dreaming and sh*t
I love my fans they be a fiend for this sh*t
Collect the cheese
You like rats, that’s why I leave peanut b***er seeds
Understood what goes on when a n***a like me jotting
Listen and gain substance while your head knocking
My rap style never boxed in, locked in like a criminal, all bars
Imma get mines and Imma get me some more
Act a fool if I have to
Street n***as listen to my sh*t, I make them n***as wanna rap too
Getting the right people inspired, trying not to be the best in Chicago
Get robbed for your clothes
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
Yeah
Yeah
When you not inspired you start lying
When n***as not dying that means as a race we start trying
In that case, Imma call up my n***a Race to smoke up the whole thing
When I die don’t say I’m the king
I came with this thing to gleam part of the daily news
N***as got big plates, won’t share the food (The f**k?)
That’s kind of f**ked up my n***a
We gonna break your face and then slice your liver, Thanksgiving
I be ripping and I be living like I’m supposed
N***as out here saying Victor a goat
But at the same time Victor a ghost
Victor will roast your mother f**king face by the oaks
N***as know how I get down
I spit rounds like a mother f**king trigger with the finger
Add all that sh*t up you still couldn’t get it
When you come to the hood n***a you better have your vision
Or you gone long distance
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
We out here striving, riding in rough environments
Anytime we get a gun in our hand we be firing
When I’m in the area the guns is near
Blunts in the air, celebrate life every year
Yeah
