CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Kobe Bryant
I stood ten toes I can't fold or panic
Them streets will turn a good kid into a colder savage
No point in church cos the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin
They see my evil but my soul attractive
Hope for forgiveness from my sins while I load the ratchet
Playin with bundles of that raw dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred cos the way I lost my bros was tragic
Remember how we came up like damn this wasn't supposed to happen
A n*gga plot on me and imma have his homies crying
"Go handle that" they wipe his nose way before we try
Can't really feed into a n*gga when I know he lying
Love my lil killer keep him with me, cos I know he ride
Hood on my back was watching 2 4's like Kobe Bryant
Sometimes I think what's the likelihood of Kobe dying
In that i8 i drop the top to let my rollie shine
Make these b*tches stop and stare like girl he know he fine
Lookin at this jewellery thinking back when we was scheming for meals
I took my Glock on tour with me way OT with the steel
Might put my heart into these beats til all my secrets revealed
You know the fake gone knock a n*gga when he keeping it real
Too much madness in this world got me fiending for pills
If them bullets didn't take out lil Ben he'd be in the field
I got soldiers marching looking for a reason to kill
He passionate about the murder slang that heat with some skill
I stood ten toes I can't fold or panic
Them streets will turn a good kid into a colder savage
No point in church cos the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin
They see my evil but my soul attractive
Hope for forgiveness from my sins while I load the ratchet
Playin with bundles of that raw dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred cos the way I lost my bros was tragic
Remember how we came up like damn this weren't supposed to happen
Them streets will turn a good kid into a colder savage
No point in church cos the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin
They see my evil but my soul attractive
Hope for forgiveness from my sins while I load the ratchet
Playin with bundles of that raw dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred cos the way I lost my bros was tragic
Remember how we came up like damn this wasn't supposed to happen
A n*gga plot on me and imma have his homies crying
"Go handle that" they wipe his nose way before we try
Can't really feed into a n*gga when I know he lying
Love my lil killer keep him with me, cos I know he ride
Hood on my back was watching 2 4's like Kobe Bryant
Sometimes I think what's the likelihood of Kobe dying
In that i8 i drop the top to let my rollie shine
Make these b*tches stop and stare like girl he know he fine
Lookin at this jewellery thinking back when we was scheming for meals
I took my Glock on tour with me way OT with the steel
Might put my heart into these beats til all my secrets revealed
You know the fake gone knock a n*gga when he keeping it real
Too much madness in this world got me fiending for pills
If them bullets didn't take out lil Ben he'd be in the field
I got soldiers marching looking for a reason to kill
He passionate about the murder slang that heat with some skill
I stood ten toes I can't fold or panic
Them streets will turn a good kid into a colder savage
No point in church cos the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin
They see my evil but my soul attractive
Hope for forgiveness from my sins while I load the ratchet
Playin with bundles of that raw dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred cos the way I lost my bros was tragic
Remember how we came up like damn this weren't supposed to happen
