CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Tyson Beckford
Griselda
Uh, Ayo, Ayo, Check, Ayo
I seen plenty wins and losses on this journey chasin' luxury (Uh huh)
Ups and downs, thousands sold pounds to police custody (F**k police)
Plenty hand to hands, dirty bucks from selling custies E
Catchin' licks, stash plenty tricks up my rugby sleeve
You lost 'cause you put your trust in thieves (Uh)
We stay dangerous, told my brother cop another submachine (Grr, grr, grr)
I seen life from lots of angles, each one I was taught a lesson, "Stay woke"
Too many fools ga**ed off of false perception
Before rap profession, ate off my four connections (I did)
F**k n***a's food on the fork, you not at all impressive (You n***as lost)
Every dawg tryna dap your paw ain't authentic (F**k outta here)
From Nеw York it's flip the raw, or we fraud your credit
Expеrience will really teach you what the game 'bout (Uh huh)
Mad n***as died when Fentanyl first came out (Damn)
This some better dope, my n***a, show me your vein now
Whoever in the way of my wave drowned (N***a)
Ayo, heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Was really dancin' with the zombies at night, like Thriller jacket Mike (Deada**)
Let 'em choose the packet, brown, green or white? What you like? (What you need?)
Out hear pedalin' but I ain't ridin' no kind of bike (Nah)
All my sh*t designer, really got rich appet**e (Uh huh)
My garments out the Gallery Department (Yeah)
Everything I'm on is highly regarded, it's better than y'all sh*t (Y'all n***as trash)
Had a spark when you started, but now you're just garbage (Ha, ha)
I’m eighty thousand hours pa**ed the master market (Yeah)
You moolies will never ever measure up to the margin (Never)
I stiff-armed Johnny Law tryna knock me on charges
I'm way up on the scorecard, you lost regardless
My sh*t ringin' off from Australia to Austin
Diesel on the boards, a homicide is a sure thing (It's dead)
Bow down and kiss the lord's ring (F**k outta here)
F**ker
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Griselda
Uh, Ayo, Ayo, Check, Ayo
I seen plenty wins and losses on this journey chasin' luxury (Uh huh)
Ups and downs, thousands sold pounds to police custody (F**k police)
Plenty hand to hands, dirty bucks from selling custies E
Catchin' licks, stash plenty tricks up my rugby sleeve
You lost 'cause you put your trust in thieves (Uh)
We stay dangerous, told my brother cop another submachine (Grr, grr, grr)
I seen life from lots of angles, each one I was taught a lesson, "Stay woke"
Too many fools ga**ed off of false perception
Before rap profession, ate off my four connections (I did)
F**k n***a's food on the fork, you not at all impressive (You n***as lost)
Every dawg tryna dap your paw ain't authentic (F**k outta here)
From Nеw York it's flip the raw, or we fraud your credit
Expеrience will really teach you what the game 'bout (Uh huh)
Mad n***as died when Fentanyl first came out (Damn)
This some better dope, my n***a, show me your vein now
Whoever in the way of my wave drowned (N***a)
Ayo, heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Was really dancin' with the zombies at night, like Thriller jacket Mike (Deada**)
Let 'em choose the packet, brown, green or white? What you like? (What you need?)
Out hear pedalin' but I ain't ridin' no kind of bike (Nah)
All my sh*t designer, really got rich appet**e (Uh huh)
My garments out the Gallery Department (Yeah)
Everything I'm on is highly regarded, it's better than y'all sh*t (Y'all n***as trash)
Had a spark when you started, but now you're just garbage (Ha, ha)
I’m eighty thousand hours pa**ed the master market (Yeah)
You moolies will never ever measure up to the margin (Never)
I stiff-armed Johnny Law tryna knock me on charges
I'm way up on the scorecard, you lost regardless
My sh*t ringin' off from Australia to Austin
Diesel on the boards, a homicide is a sure thing (It's dead)
Bow down and kiss the lord's ring (F**k outta here)
F**ker
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown, that's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya b*t*h, like I'm Tyson Beck'
Griselda
