CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : TRAP TALK.
Uh, Young Meezo, too wavy
Too much sauce my n***a, I been gravy
So much weed, my plug copped a Mercedes
Never outside, my appearances need a payment, uh
So much bars, incarceration
They honour me in the hood like a n***a inaugurated
Presidential cla** on everything that I'm acclaimin'
They plotting behind my back but the action is never taken, uh
Man you n***as got me mistaken
This rapping is God given there ain't no way to mistake it, or replace it
I'm in a whole other lane, you n***as too complacent
I'm innovating while you n***as jaded, uh
Hoping I will fumble, that's a lot of waiting
A lot of patience, something I can't relate with
I'm gunnin' for it
I get a high from the hits I'm making, uh
The zaza help with the meditation, uh
Your opinion never meant sh*t to me
Walk up in your vicinity smelling like weed and victory
I tell the truth but a villain how they depicting me
I cropped 'em out, see that ain't how the picture used to be
There's a reason for everything that I do
I can tell if your a** a snake just by looking at how you move
Solid n***a, I always been sucker proof, uh
Switched my location, I needed a better view, uh
Uh, pray all of my n***as make it
Heart racing, day to day we paper chasing
Made it out in times when I thought I would never make it
Keep it pushin', see failure ain't contemplated
Now we the topic of conversations
It comes with a lot of hating
Heavy the head that's wears the crown, you know the sayin'
I said "Okay then"
If they want to play then we can play but the thing is I ain't nothin' to play with
Ain't no debating I'm one of the greatest
Retire early and spend the rest of my life vacating
A foreign whip with a foreign b*t*h, Latina Asian
The weed imported, it's foreign spliffs a n***a blazin'
Pop a bean, Frank Ocean I'm novacaning
I don't feel none for you b*t*hes it's like my heart caved in
I go so hard you'd swear I had a God placement
This beat so hard it's soundin' like God played it
And my cup runneth over, n***a, I'm God's favourite
And ain't no time for waitin'
Runnin' out of patience
Woo!
Still in the trap baby
Packs of pills, life's a thrill
Crib full of codeine
My cup forever runneth over
Pray for these n***as like dearly departed
Trap still jumpin' like kangaroos, haha
These n***as think it's a game
But we never runnin' out, haha
Y'all ain't really pimpin' like how w e pimpin' Scotty
It's Die Mondez, woo!
Too much sauce my n***a, I been gravy
So much weed, my plug copped a Mercedes
Never outside, my appearances need a payment, uh
So much bars, incarceration
They honour me in the hood like a n***a inaugurated
Presidential cla** on everything that I'm acclaimin'
They plotting behind my back but the action is never taken, uh
Man you n***as got me mistaken
This rapping is God given there ain't no way to mistake it, or replace it
I'm in a whole other lane, you n***as too complacent
I'm innovating while you n***as jaded, uh
Hoping I will fumble, that's a lot of waiting
A lot of patience, something I can't relate with
I'm gunnin' for it
I get a high from the hits I'm making, uh
The zaza help with the meditation, uh
Your opinion never meant sh*t to me
Walk up in your vicinity smelling like weed and victory
I tell the truth but a villain how they depicting me
I cropped 'em out, see that ain't how the picture used to be
There's a reason for everything that I do
I can tell if your a** a snake just by looking at how you move
Solid n***a, I always been sucker proof, uh
Switched my location, I needed a better view, uh
Uh, pray all of my n***as make it
Heart racing, day to day we paper chasing
Made it out in times when I thought I would never make it
Keep it pushin', see failure ain't contemplated
Now we the topic of conversations
It comes with a lot of hating
Heavy the head that's wears the crown, you know the sayin'
I said "Okay then"
If they want to play then we can play but the thing is I ain't nothin' to play with
Ain't no debating I'm one of the greatest
Retire early and spend the rest of my life vacating
A foreign whip with a foreign b*t*h, Latina Asian
The weed imported, it's foreign spliffs a n***a blazin'
Pop a bean, Frank Ocean I'm novacaning
I don't feel none for you b*t*hes it's like my heart caved in
I go so hard you'd swear I had a God placement
This beat so hard it's soundin' like God played it
And my cup runneth over, n***a, I'm God's favourite
And ain't no time for waitin'
Runnin' out of patience
Woo!
Still in the trap baby
Packs of pills, life's a thrill
Crib full of codeine
My cup forever runneth over
Pray for these n***as like dearly departed
Trap still jumpin' like kangaroos, haha
These n***as think it's a game
But we never runnin' out, haha
Y'all ain't really pimpin' like how w e pimpin' Scotty
It's Die Mondez, woo!
