CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Da Truth Hurts
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Yeah, no imposters
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Fake rappers, I don't f**k with them
B*t*h, I came in from a drug dealer
Where I'm from, you really gotta clutch pistols
If you play with my brother, get touched, n***a
And the streets gave a n***a trust issues
When you trappin', gotta keep a gun with you
Gotta stay low, 'cause you never know, when the laws'll pull up and come get you
I'm just thanking God I'm forever rich
For my brothers, I swear, I will never switch
And your main man turned to a rat, sh*t, you ain't think he would ever snitch
And the same b*t*h that you love, giving kiss and hugs, you ain't know she's devilish?
Now you locked up in a cell, she f**king with the next man to stay relevant
Now she stops picking up your Jail calls, but she's right there when you fresh out
Sh*t, I guess her and dude fell out
But your brother with you, he gon' tell it all
Now, you mad at your bro, he put you on game, but what the f**k you mad about?
You done picked a hoe over your bro, sh*t, that's the realest n***a you done had around
I done came up from selling dime bags
Where I'm from, young n***as die at
When they asked if I signed to Sauce Walka, sh*t, hell yeah, I had to sign fast
And my momma smoked crack, my daddy smoked crack and I had to live around that
Man, that sh*t I seen at a young age really had a young n***a down bad
I jumped right in them streets, yeah, I had to do it
I was robbing n***as, I was packing toolies
And the parents ain't want me around they kids, use to tell my Granny I'm a bad influence
All rats gotta die, n***a, on my life, even Ratatouille
And everytime a Hurricane hit the hood, I was always trappin' through it
AK, got a drum in that
Get smoked or not, we gon' double back
I done went from rocks to a brick, n***a, then I turned a brick into a hundred racks
Alot of demons in my head 'cause I left n***as dead, I think I'm stuck with that
And I got n***as who ain't coming back
Pounds came in, where the runners at?
Yeah, no imposters
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Fake rappers, I don't f**k with them
B*t*h, I came in from a drug dealer
Where I'm from, you really gotta clutch pistols
If you play with my brother, get touched, n***a
And the streets gave a n***a trust issues
When you trappin', gotta keep a gun with you
Gotta stay low, 'cause you never know, when the laws'll pull up and come get you
I'm just thanking God I'm forever rich
For my brothers, I swear, I will never switch
And your main man turned to a rat, sh*t, you ain't think he would ever snitch
And the same b*t*h that you love, giving kiss and hugs, you ain't know she's devilish?
Now you locked up in a cell, she f**king with the next man to stay relevant
Now she stops picking up your Jail calls, but she's right there when you fresh out
Sh*t, I guess her and dude fell out
But your brother with you, he gon' tell it all
Now, you mad at your bro, he put you on game, but what the f**k you mad about?
You done picked a hoe over your bro, sh*t, that's the realest n***a you done had around
I done came up from selling dime bags
Where I'm from, young n***as die at
When they asked if I signed to Sauce Walka, sh*t, hell yeah, I had to sign fast
And my momma smoked crack, my daddy smoked crack and I had to live around that
Man, that sh*t I seen at a young age really had a young n***a down bad
I jumped right in them streets, yeah, I had to do it
I was robbing n***as, I was packing toolies
And the parents ain't want me around they kids, use to tell my Granny I'm a bad influence
All rats gotta die, n***a, on my life, even Ratatouille
And everytime a Hurricane hit the hood, I was always trappin' through it
AK, got a drum in that
Get smoked or not, we gon' double back
I done went from rocks to a brick, n***a, then I turned a brick into a hundred racks
Alot of demons in my head 'cause I left n***as dead, I think I'm stuck with that
And I got n***as who ain't coming back
Pounds came in, where the runners at?
