Correction Paroles 55 Times par 2 Chainz

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2 Chainz – 55 Times Lyrics

Speak
I can’t
You must
It’s our only hope
Folks, I’m here to tell you
We lost our way
Greed has poisoned our souls
Contaminated the world with hate
We have never been more miserable
And the black man
Victims of a system that lies in torture

God keep on blessing me, I’m doing something right (Something right)
God keep on blessing me, I’m doing something right (Mm-mmm)
God keep on blessing me, I’m doing something right (Something right)
My neighbor who stayin’ next to me wanna go to war at night (Go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guy
They tried to call us a gang ’cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes
Something wrong, I had a missed call, 55 times

When they told me Johnny died I couldn’t believe that shit (Couldn’t believe that shit)
My old studio off the map, I had to leave that shit
They said cause sent them through, so Big must of knew
See where I’m from your heart will turn into a igloo (Cold)
See they’ll resent you simply because they ain’t you (Tell ’em)
Didn’t even have can openers for canned food
Anger issues, going cashews
Selling packs to ashews, so hence the attitude
Lil animal yeah, treat it like one
Over 21 black and living, you a icon
Paid for a funeral, found out he snitched, want a refund
If you get robbed more than once, that’s a rerun
Shootout in Eastpoint, Escobar and eat lunch
You know what kind of home I came from I got free lunch (Free)
Free baby, and I’m sorry I ain’t kept in touch (Love)
It’s so many people I take care of every month, lawd

I’m in the black on black, black on black crime zone
Please don’t let them take your life up out them rhinestones
I’m from where you sell a brick, that’s a milestone (Made it)
If you got some good dope, the line a mile long
Gotta be in ya, not on it like a chromosome (Alright)
My best friend when I was trappin’ was the mobile phone (Hello) (Brrt, brrt)
Hello, hello where you at? I need more than say less, shhh
The mink I got, had to tell man ’bout the shit
Gotta brag about this shit
‘Cause me and mama had a sofa that we had to split
Before I left I heard bank say pad a stick
Nothin’ we talkin’ magazines, it’s a lot of issues
But if you see it in black and white it is so official
And the bro sent me a gift along with a scripture
It said when you shoot your shot make sure your the pistol (Bah!)

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