CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Situation OG
Uh, Mil
That’s right my n***a
It’s about to go down
I ain’t f**king around
Blowing hella pounds
Sh*t
Sh*t is so f**king nuts
Definitely doing Vic Spencer to the fullest
Got off track for a second, third rail with the footage
The doors say poor but the n***as still pushing
One bullet to the head, now you’re dead in the bushes
Everyone is crooked
Do one thing cool, now everybody looking for a handout
Walk with a hundred-plus people and still standout
My pride too high to ask anybody for anything, won’t stay inside my man’s house
Instead I sleep in my car, the blanket in the trunk
Every chance I got I was flaming up the skunk
Buying hella sneakers, I could changе up for months
Rotate the same tеn pair, remain in the slums
I know how to rap and tap into other things
All type of sh*t I be juggling
I bet you a hundred thousand dollars your perception of me is wrong
Why don’t you go ahead and pull off your thong
The opposite sex, V-I-C dropping the tech
I ain’t even see the police [?] chopping your chest
You rocking the best bling while I’m on planet medallions
I’m taking all of the credit for styling
I shoot the shots so they foul me
With the intention of hurt, I’m still going to work
Clean the scenery up, you ain’t even see a peek of blood (Naw)
I didn’t even smell suds, I smelled all regular sh*t
Left out the room inhaling the piff (Sheesh)
(Some fire a** sh*t my n***a)
Situation is so sticky (Uh huh, uh huh)
(I’m not f**king with these n***as man)
Situation is so sticky (I’m my own n***a)
Situation is sticky (Uh huh, uh huh)
Not f**king with these n***as man
I’m my own n***a
Stay in the zone
I deal with pain
That they could not talk about
Yo yo
Shout out to Mil Beats
n***a
My n***a Vic Spencer
One two
The fly
Aye yo
I just came for the lion’s share
I wave te iron like I ain’t care
Nobody cared about us
They talked differently when I ain’t there
But switch it up when it’s time to bear witness, a genius
I’m at the bar, no Apple Care
Carry on
A bullet hit your noodle, the whole kit-kaboodle
I’m on this kick where I’m drinking liquor
Hanging out with women that you probably got a baby with
Sticky situation, get your lady hit
Satin baseball jacket, on my eighties sh*t
You can’t bullsh*t a bullsh*tter
A pinch hitter, I’m hitting home runs, n***as getting bitter
I’m getting better with time, my rhymes never mumble
I’m truly humble, cash upon which I stumble
My hustle, long term n***a
Residual bags, how the cookie crumbles
Out the mud, ashy knuckles, designer buckles
Uh huh, uh huh
Not f**king with these n***as man
I’m my own n***a
I do a whole bunch of sh*t
It’s over for n***as
You think I give a f**k, that’s your problem
(The situation is so sticky)
That’s right my n***a
It’s about to go down
I ain’t f**king around
Blowing hella pounds
Sh*t
Sh*t is so f**king nuts
Definitely doing Vic Spencer to the fullest
Got off track for a second, third rail with the footage
The doors say poor but the n***as still pushing
One bullet to the head, now you’re dead in the bushes
Everyone is crooked
Do one thing cool, now everybody looking for a handout
Walk with a hundred-plus people and still standout
My pride too high to ask anybody for anything, won’t stay inside my man’s house
Instead I sleep in my car, the blanket in the trunk
Every chance I got I was flaming up the skunk
Buying hella sneakers, I could changе up for months
Rotate the same tеn pair, remain in the slums
I know how to rap and tap into other things
All type of sh*t I be juggling
I bet you a hundred thousand dollars your perception of me is wrong
Why don’t you go ahead and pull off your thong
The opposite sex, V-I-C dropping the tech
I ain’t even see the police [?] chopping your chest
You rocking the best bling while I’m on planet medallions
I’m taking all of the credit for styling
I shoot the shots so they foul me
With the intention of hurt, I’m still going to work
Clean the scenery up, you ain’t even see a peek of blood (Naw)
I didn’t even smell suds, I smelled all regular sh*t
Left out the room inhaling the piff (Sheesh)
(Some fire a** sh*t my n***a)
Situation is so sticky (Uh huh, uh huh)
(I’m not f**king with these n***as man)
Situation is so sticky (I’m my own n***a)
Situation is sticky (Uh huh, uh huh)
Not f**king with these n***as man
I’m my own n***a
Stay in the zone
I deal with pain
That they could not talk about
Yo yo
Shout out to Mil Beats
n***a
My n***a Vic Spencer
One two
The fly
Aye yo
I just came for the lion’s share
I wave te iron like I ain’t care
Nobody cared about us
They talked differently when I ain’t there
But switch it up when it’s time to bear witness, a genius
I’m at the bar, no Apple Care
Carry on
A bullet hit your noodle, the whole kit-kaboodle
I’m on this kick where I’m drinking liquor
Hanging out with women that you probably got a baby with
Sticky situation, get your lady hit
Satin baseball jacket, on my eighties sh*t
You can’t bullsh*t a bullsh*tter
A pinch hitter, I’m hitting home runs, n***as getting bitter
I’m getting better with time, my rhymes never mumble
I’m truly humble, cash upon which I stumble
My hustle, long term n***a
Residual bags, how the cookie crumbles
Out the mud, ashy knuckles, designer buckles
Uh huh, uh huh
Not f**king with these n***as man
I’m my own n***a
I do a whole bunch of sh*t
It’s over for n***as
You think I give a f**k, that’s your problem
(The situation is so sticky)
