CORRIGER LES PAROLES
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Verse 1: Na$tii
Ok you got me I’ll be honest
I came in for the crown
I don’t f**k with any honour
Burn the court ground
Ain’t no question f**k with law
I watch a hog get hound
Stomp the f**k outta ya jaw
Whole block heard the sound
F**k ya dollar f**k ya dreams
We in squalor you ain't safe
We just fighting for the scraps they done ran off with the plate
Greedy ate the f**king whole thang
More bricks than Mojang
Catch me posted on the porch
With all my brothers smoking propane
Got no shame
They be steady stealing from the no names
And get they got petty еgos
Till we die we gеtting no fame
Like cobain
Or Kennedy
Blow my f**king brain
And let Jacky wash her jacket
Maybe one day she’ll go change
The enemies a deputy
His office is the range
Don’t want the pay penalty
I need to get away
Atleast a good distraction
Smoking alcohol in vapours
Rolling backwoods by the thousands
I ain’t never f**ked w papers
I don’t need the f**king razor
I used to never let go
Touching on my scars
Make her scream like she a Van Gogh
I still hit the gym b*t*h u get pressed like a piano
But if I’m gonna lose then sh*t I might just stick to ammo
Then hop back to the crib
And roll up my problems in tobacco
Brodie did his time
For pushing rocks like he backhoe
I kept my composure
Y’all be rattin ‘fore the bail post
And I kept my composure
Y’all be rattin ‘fore the bail post
Chorus: Na$tii
Nah we ain’t stopping till the jail close
Turn up in the pit
Like amazon deliver elbows
We living in a hell hole
But that’s just what it is
And we been knowing this sh*t
Since we was just a kid
We turn up in pit
Bloody up the fit
And we ain’t got a f**k to give
We barely got the rent
Middle finger to the bishop
To the pigs and to the feds
Wish they come get caught up in the mix
Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER
Chorus Repeats
Ok you got me I’ll be honest
I came in for the crown
I don’t f**k with any honour
Burn the court ground
Ain’t no question f**k with law
I watch a hog get hound
Stomp the f**k outta ya jaw
Whole block heard the sound
F**k ya dollar f**k ya dreams
We in squalor you ain't safe
We just fighting for the scraps they done ran off with the plate
Greedy ate the f**king whole thang
More bricks than Mojang
Catch me posted on the porch
With all my brothers smoking propane
Got no shame
They be steady stealing from the no names
And get they got petty еgos
Till we die we gеtting no fame
Like cobain
Or Kennedy
Blow my f**king brain
And let Jacky wash her jacket
Maybe one day she’ll go change
The enemies a deputy
His office is the range
Don’t want the pay penalty
I need to get away
Atleast a good distraction
Smoking alcohol in vapours
Rolling backwoods by the thousands
I ain’t never f**ked w papers
I don’t need the f**king razor
I used to never let go
Touching on my scars
Make her scream like she a Van Gogh
I still hit the gym b*t*h u get pressed like a piano
But if I’m gonna lose then sh*t I might just stick to ammo
Then hop back to the crib
And roll up my problems in tobacco
Brodie did his time
For pushing rocks like he backhoe
I kept my composure
Y’all be rattin ‘fore the bail post
And I kept my composure
Y’all be rattin ‘fore the bail post
Chorus: Na$tii
Nah we ain’t stopping till the jail close
Turn up in the pit
Like amazon deliver elbows
We living in a hell hole
But that’s just what it is
And we been knowing this sh*t
Since we was just a kid
We turn up in pit
Bloody up the fit
And we ain’t got a f**k to give
We barely got the rent
Middle finger to the bishop
To the pigs and to the feds
Wish they come get caught up in the mix
Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER
Chorus Repeats
