CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Force

Hopped of the porch and I landed on top the fence
Pray I don’t have to choose between music sh*t and a brick again
It’s a crime how I’m underrated catch a charge with the pen
Running from broke I got hopes I won’t see this sh*t ever again
Life’s a b*t*h a b*t*h if you let her be
I just sway with the wind and freestyle
Until I meet heather B
I keep eyes on the climate cuz u know how the weather be
The universe tends to work
The sh*t u accomplishing
Always starts with these simple words
I can and I will
Let the build
Blood will be spilled
If I walk in your label office for any less than a mill
Ima raise hell forreal
If that is the cost to become a boss
Then lll pay the bill