CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : New Era
I been—I been overseas trappin', hope they sick while they pocket watch
I got 'em in town chillin', prayin' that the prices drop
We used to move decks, same price as the ends
When it landed in the H, had them trucks rollin' in
Hidin' money in the candle, tryin' anything to get it back
Buy another spot, let my dirty money take a bath
Big Whale sh*t, if it's trash, I'ma take 'em back
On my last joint of Skittles, yeah, I'm tryna make it last
We ain't worried 'bout a cage 'cause we blinded by the ice
If I ever fall off, then I'm back to takin' flights
Yeah, the color came out nice, but the smell's a little off
If you take a couple dollars off, then I'll sell 'em all
It's the big dogs, you can tell by the watches
And how we don't stress when we take losses
Yeah, from the Bay to the UK
Certified in the streets, yeah, all my dudes paid
R.I.P. all the fallen soldiers, free all the guys locked down
Shout out to the whole of the UK
Shout out to the whole of the States
You already know what time it is
Big Bay Area, stand up
You know I'ma get mine
It's the—it's the new era mob, so these pussies can't f**k with us
Come through with four handles like we're playin' double dutch
Slappin' off that old-school Jacka or that Woodie Wood
Locked in with Cookies and Runtz, now I'm the pluggy-plug
Violate the team, that's white chalk like a blackboard
It cost dough to go to war, what you think I stack for?
No gloves on the come-up, runnin' 'round with them cracked paws
No mask on the come-up, we was kickin' off them back doors
I was built for this game 'cause I got the brains and got the muscle
Born on August 15th like Fat Tony and Nipsey Hussle
'Member walkin' 'round the streets lost and broke, kickin' rubble
Now I don't lift a finger if it ain't a triple double
I'm too humble, I wonder how they'd act in my position
R.I.P. Miggy Migz, I'm gonna carry on your mission
Stuck up in this concrete jungle where you hear them snakes hissin'
Leave your food around your people, next minute, the cake's missin'
Yeah, all my motherf**kin' dudes paid, man
sh*t crazy, man, we come from nothin', man
Berner, what up? Tunde, what up?
It's G.T., ayy
I wish—I wish Mizz could hop up in this Trackhawk and bang this sh*t with us
Came a long way, we ain't never give up
Wakin' up at 5 a.m., unloadin' the truck
Got this sh*t all off the strength, I ain't pay a buck
I ain't been to the hood in a minute, but I stay in touch
Still'll park the foreign on the block, chill, smoke some Runtz
LB and Ray tapped me in, I been straight since
We only smoke the best, we could bet, this sh*t straight piff
Bangin' Jacka, I just made a hundred off of one trip
Walk around with all my ice on, somethin' heavy on my hip
That's for back-up, I just racked up, brand new prezi on my wrist
A hundred P's that's gon' get packed up, look like I took a hundred trips
I got 'em in town chillin', prayin' that the prices drop
We used to move decks, same price as the ends
When it landed in the H, had them trucks rollin' in
Hidin' money in the candle, tryin' anything to get it back
Buy another spot, let my dirty money take a bath
Big Whale sh*t, if it's trash, I'ma take 'em back
On my last joint of Skittles, yeah, I'm tryna make it last
We ain't worried 'bout a cage 'cause we blinded by the ice
If I ever fall off, then I'm back to takin' flights
Yeah, the color came out nice, but the smell's a little off
If you take a couple dollars off, then I'll sell 'em all
It's the big dogs, you can tell by the watches
And how we don't stress when we take losses
Yeah, from the Bay to the UK
Certified in the streets, yeah, all my dudes paid
R.I.P. all the fallen soldiers, free all the guys locked down
Shout out to the whole of the UK
Shout out to the whole of the States
You already know what time it is
Big Bay Area, stand up
You know I'ma get mine
It's the—it's the new era mob, so these pussies can't f**k with us
Come through with four handles like we're playin' double dutch
Slappin' off that old-school Jacka or that Woodie Wood
Locked in with Cookies and Runtz, now I'm the pluggy-plug
Violate the team, that's white chalk like a blackboard
It cost dough to go to war, what you think I stack for?
No gloves on the come-up, runnin' 'round with them cracked paws
No mask on the come-up, we was kickin' off them back doors
I was built for this game 'cause I got the brains and got the muscle
Born on August 15th like Fat Tony and Nipsey Hussle
'Member walkin' 'round the streets lost and broke, kickin' rubble
Now I don't lift a finger if it ain't a triple double
I'm too humble, I wonder how they'd act in my position
R.I.P. Miggy Migz, I'm gonna carry on your mission
Stuck up in this concrete jungle where you hear them snakes hissin'
Leave your food around your people, next minute, the cake's missin'
Yeah, all my motherf**kin' dudes paid, man
sh*t crazy, man, we come from nothin', man
Berner, what up? Tunde, what up?
It's G.T., ayy
I wish—I wish Mizz could hop up in this Trackhawk and bang this sh*t with us
Came a long way, we ain't never give up
Wakin' up at 5 a.m., unloadin' the truck
Got this sh*t all off the strength, I ain't pay a buck
I ain't been to the hood in a minute, but I stay in touch
Still'll park the foreign on the block, chill, smoke some Runtz
LB and Ray tapped me in, I been straight since
We only smoke the best, we could bet, this sh*t straight piff
Bangin' Jacka, I just made a hundred off of one trip
Walk around with all my ice on, somethin' heavy on my hip
That's for back-up, I just racked up, brand new prezi on my wrist
A hundred P's that's gon' get packed up, look like I took a hundred trips
