CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Inspiration (Acoustic)
Only chase after bands, f**k a ho
For 22 I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some mo
Like damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me, grandmamma I made it
They ain't show us no love now we famous
Cali weather got me feelin' amazing
Overtime on that block, I was slavin'
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Young n***a racked up
Bring them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed some tears on these pages
Tryna figure my own self out
For some time, I was goin' through some phases
Had a whole lotta sh*t goin' on
Just tryna adjust to them changes
We missed church every Sunday
In the streets it was shooters we was praisin'
Momma let the streets
Get ahold of him and now it's funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head
Seem like every day it was rainin'
Book bro no flights to L.A. 'cause I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cause all my lil' n***as bangin'
Ayy
Only chase after bands, f**k a ho
For 22 I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some mo
Like damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
For 22 I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some mo
Like damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me, grandmamma I made it
They ain't show us no love now we famous
Cali weather got me feelin' amazing
Overtime on that block, I was slavin'
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Young n***a racked up
Bring them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed some tears on these pages
Tryna figure my own self out
For some time, I was goin' through some phases
Had a whole lotta sh*t goin' on
Just tryna adjust to them changes
We missed church every Sunday
In the streets it was shooters we was praisin'
Momma let the streets
Get ahold of him and now it's funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head
Seem like every day it was rainin'
Book bro no flights to L.A. 'cause I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cause all my lil' n***as bangin'
Ayy
Only chase after bands, f**k a ho
For 22 I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check then I ran it up some mo
Like damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
