CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Monumental
(Hey, CR!)
Started accidental, then this turned monumental
Go get you a shovel, all this ice inside the bezel
Foot up on his pedal, tryna hit a another level
See, I been here a long time and sh*t ain't get no better
See, I been going through hard times, Moncler for the weather
It's up there for whoever
Stuck there for the better
Ridin' in that Jetta with them stones just like Rosetta
Feel likе some n***as in my 'jects, they ain't bеlieve in me
That's why I keep them in the back, that's where they need to be
N***as gon' keep it 50-50 like it's Even Stevens
My youngin' stuck behind that trapdoor, you don't need to leave it
But if he's in it then it's tinted then it's killing season
And I might go an get that Trackhawk 'cause I like to speed
I grew up runnin' from the fed's so I like to weave
And all this murder on my head so I like to weave, uh
I'm a Peel baby so we rap a lil' different
Bro got left for dead, them n***as messed up the mission
Look right in your face, I could tell you wasn't official, huh
We still in the kitchen tryna mess up these dishes
Stuck in the position tryna make a decision
Flyer than the eagle, these n***as is some pigeons
Told my youngin's, "Chill," but n***as still didn't listen
Told my youngin's, "Chill," but n***as still didn't—
Started accidental, then this turned monumental
Foot up on his pedal, tryna hit a another—
'Member we was young, we was hustlin' welfare
Why would I go back to my city? It's hell
I been gettin' packages and sh*t in the mail
All this f**kin' paper I never felt
Started accidental, then this turned monumental
Go get you a shovel, all this ice inside the bezel
Foot up on his pedal, tryna hit a another level
See, I been here a long time and sh*t ain't get no better
See, I been going through hard times, Moncler for the weather
It's up there for whoever
Stuck there for the better
Ridin' in that Jetta with them stones just like Rosetta
Feel likе some n***as in my 'jects, they ain't bеlieve in me
That's why I keep them in the back, that's where they need to be
N***as gon' keep it 50-50 like it's Even Stevens
My youngin' stuck behind that trapdoor, you don't need to leave it
But if he's in it then it's tinted then it's killing season
And I might go an get that Trackhawk 'cause I like to speed
I grew up runnin' from the fed's so I like to weave
And all this murder on my head so I like to weave, uh
I'm a Peel baby so we rap a lil' different
Bro got left for dead, them n***as messed up the mission
Look right in your face, I could tell you wasn't official, huh
We still in the kitchen tryna mess up these dishes
Stuck in the position tryna make a decision
Flyer than the eagle, these n***as is some pigeons
Told my youngin's, "Chill," but n***as still didn't listen
Told my youngin's, "Chill," but n***as still didn't—
Started accidental, then this turned monumental
Foot up on his pedal, tryna hit a another—
'Member we was young, we was hustlin' welfare
Why would I go back to my city? It's hell
I been gettin' packages and sh*t in the mail
All this f**kin' paper I never felt
