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Paroles : Sunday Morning Drive
La musica de Harry Fraud
We lost years in the game 'cause the money was good
To make ten-thousand was so humbling to us
Had to make it happen, you know the streets is cold
Ain't cracking under pressure, me? I won't fold
I move how I move, I know n***as is watching
I f**k with rich n***as, we got something in common
I'm looking at the prices of gold, n***a, I'm cold
You n***as ain't really getting money, you n***as hiding
Forty millimeter Rolex, I'm real player with it
But don't get it confused, lil' n***a, I'm having tokens
I don't even sleep no more, I just be coasting
I could be ten deep, man, the game wide open
Hoes still choosing 'cause these n***as still game goofy
You hear it in my voice, I been through it, this is pain music
I'm sitting in my house, counting racks, thinking real estate
Didn't leave the house all day, but made 20k
Man, I swear this beat's so smooth, I could sing to it
If you really at it for real, then it's your theme music
f**k a middle man, we straight to baggage claim
I'm all in Honolulu sipping mojitos with Dame
You gotta go hard no matter what, stop complaining
Born in '91, but the whip '88
Going through these motions, n***a, I'm the coldest
Days I was hopeless, nights on them sofas
Made me a monster, I came with a method
I move with intention, I'm out eating pasta
You hold the b*t*h hostage, I break the b*t*h pockets
I don't even expect you weird n***as to like this sh*t
I'm Rolls Royce shopping, I land in the A and
Hit shine, now a n***a Rolls Royce riding
Rose gold, watch black, face kinda stylish
TFM the label, everything else childish
I could stunt on you n***as, but I'ma keep it modest
I'm downtown LA, getting Cuban links polished
I rap sometimes, but I'm usually kicking knowledge
I don't do the small talk, baby, sock it to my pockets
We lost years in the game 'cause the money was good
To make ten-thousand was so humbling to us
Had to make it happen, you know the streets is cold
Ain't cracking under pressure, me? I won't fold
I move how I move, I know n***as is watching
I f**k with rich n***as, we got something in common
I'm looking at the prices of gold, n***a, I'm cold
You n***as ain't really getting money, you n***as hiding
Forty millimeter Rolex, I'm real player with it
But don't get it confused, lil' n***a, I'm having tokens
I don't even sleep no more, I just be coasting
I could be ten deep, man, the game wide open
Hoes still choosing 'cause these n***as still game goofy
You hear it in my voice, I been through it, this is pain music
I'm sitting in my house, counting racks, thinking real estate
Didn't leave the house all day, but made 20k
Man, I swear this beat's so smooth, I could sing to it
If you really at it for real, then it's your theme music
f**k a middle man, we straight to baggage claim
I'm all in Honolulu sipping mojitos with Dame
You gotta go hard no matter what, stop complaining
Born in '91, but the whip '88
Going through these motions, n***a, I'm the coldest
Days I was hopeless, nights on them sofas
Made me a monster, I came with a method
I move with intention, I'm out eating pasta
You hold the b*t*h hostage, I break the b*t*h pockets
I don't even expect you weird n***as to like this sh*t
I'm Rolls Royce shopping, I land in the A and
Hit shine, now a n***a Rolls Royce riding
Rose gold, watch black, face kinda stylish
TFM the label, everything else childish
I could stunt on you n***as, but I'ma keep it modest
I'm downtown LA, getting Cuban links polished
I rap sometimes, but I'm usually kicking knowledge
I don't do the small talk, baby, sock it to my pockets
