CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : EAT (Remix)

Lately I been facing blunts and not giving a f**k
God came and took some more guess we ain't give him enough
Anger in my heart, tears in my eyes
This sh*t hurt forreal seem like days I can't stop the crying
Can't believe sh*t played out like that, wish you could rewind
T's up for TwinNem and Tim long live the guys
Pistol on my hip murder on my mind
30 in this clip for 22, 3 and number 5
You add that up they press they luck now it's time for me to slide
It's clutch time and I'm scoring for my team like Kobe Bryant
Pop out cuts like surprise do a opp like penny burn him in his back
With this iron throw up Ls and we can't leave the bro's behind
But I ain't from off the 9 I'm from Evergreen where hustlers post on corners like the sign
KillaMob full of shooter n***a we ain't dropping dimes
For my boys I'ma get it can't nobody stop the grind
Yeah I got my downfalls but regardless I'ma rise
Yeah they throw dirt on my name but regardless I'ma shine
I'm just balling like I'm Ed cause they took shorty out his prime
So I'm shooting like I'm Lil Bit if a n***a cross the line
N***as dissing we gone kill 'em yeah it's f**k the other side
But we been them n***as love the hate dead or alive
All them b*t*hes gotta die 'cause that sh*t f**king with my pride
Naw we can't compromise laughing cause it's RIP you they gone meet you guarantee you it's gone be a homicide
Now it's like they gotta go no face no f**king case what you think we bought them masks for
Hop out when we slide the door Do a hit then grab some dope
Put that on my soul we gone have more then traffic smoke
Scooby bang troy and when I shoot we gone have some more
And I'm giving shots to them boys who love to crack the 4
Shouldn't of did that now you pussies got a savage war
This ain't for name b*t*h the gang who I'm clapping for
I ain't shooting just to say I shot, b*t*h I'm tryna score
Got it on 'em then he getting popped while he try to blow
When I say these words feel the anger when I'm rapping bro
All my loved ones who ain't make it the ones I'm rapping for
Disrespect the hood death is what you asking for
Them cobras really sparking sh*t don't believe me ask the folks
Left him on division body parts divided on the floor
TwinCity GucciGang I remain 'til it's my time to go
Hold on
Ayy I got more for they ears
Look
Look, listen

They like Polo please don't do it I'm like n***a f**k you mean
Rest in peace to Ed and Lil Bit they was only seventeen
They like Polo please don't do it I'm like n***a f**k you mean
They took killa and that hurt me wish that sh*t was just a dream
I'm so TimTimGang crazy I'm so f**k Cabrini Green
Leave folks nem in the dark with that infrared beam
Caught him snoozing blew his top I saw all his thoughts and dreams
If he fighting for his life then he dying in the ring
We scoring sh*t them bricks can't stop them hooks like Kareem
Give a n***a wings like I bought his a** some Robin Jeans
.40 like a bad actress bet that b*t*h f**k up a scene
Like a rapist in the county tryna make a n***a scream
If you start it we gone finish it
Any gang want some smoke this sh*t is free we out here giving it
Clip full of hollow tips bodies full of adrenaline
Them bullets hot they burn a n***a up and leave 'em sizzling
Shorties killing n***as for they hood George Zimmerman
Shots come back to back like KD when he feeling it
Glock rock a n***a like Kyrie when he dribbling
It's ODA you only allowed if you drilling sh*t
Soft n***as don't belong here like a immigrant
Them bars cold Polo spit a verse and leave 'em shivering
That boy the truth give him any beat then he ripping it
You rappers talk that gangster life I'm really out here living it
Where I come from all the young n***as getting it
12 tryna book 'em cause they all about the Benjamins
Every since a shawty had balls like temperament
Summertime shining just to keep my neck glistening
Day ones changed on day two boy I witnessed it
Smile in my face I turn my back they get to whispering
If you don't put respect on my name, b*t*h, don't mention it
It's Lil Polo G f**k the opps I know they listening, B*t*h