CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Laws of the Land
RNE on the beat
Hey, I'm from a place where we clapping them rats, it's kill or be killed, if you do it don't get it
Deal way p*ssin' off a fully automatic
Bummy a** n***as don't feel like you got it
And I'm getting this money get the f**k out my face, I do so much murkin', I do what I say
Smoking this dodie, while I droppin' the rakes
I'm whipping this thing, get the f**k out my way
Doing my time to [?]
No talking ray but these bands my face
My mind got watched my smile got tired of being, last straight to my face
N***as yoyo like the money and they screaming out for help when the hollow tips hit 'em
New stay mess n***a
No help gotta deal with 'em
N***as so big and bad when they got a gun
Nice summer nights, we was making n***as run
2018 can't even have no fun
Opps say they smoking my homie
D-27 can't go on my lonely
Gon 6 on the 8 Genobi and Kobe
Try and walk em out of my shoes I guess you gon walk on the stoley
Remember them stores I was robbing
Top shelf get a Romie
Chicago story we all saw it coming
Bless these streets I always had to pay
Like a blind man walking down the street, I can't see a goofy a** n***a in my way
Even tho' my brodie come around every year, everyday I'm getting to the cake
Just like [?], I'm tryna stay Curry
One false move and I'm shooting at your face
Dive in that pu**y to see how that taste, you b*t*h got walls my b*t*h got cake
Times I couldn't aim at the rim, I was shooting at the crates (B*t*h)
Look, and the opps love talking the nonsense
N***as police so I'm not responding
I pull up, I don't tweak in the comments
B*t*h I stay with my Glock like we bonded
And I really knee deep in that field, only money and murder be stuck on my conscience
Man you ain't real you foggin'
This sh*t real never been with the floggin'
50 shots have them dippin' and dodgin'
We and my squad and we drill like a sergeant
We don't do no attempts that's too risky
I was tough in the start when I started
And I ain't a snitch I can't say sh*t like a def I'm taking these charges
F**k the industry them n***as garbage
I'm [?], I'm not an artist
Meant to be, Polo go the hardest
Had to turn my swag now the b*t*hes in love, this money make me a lil' charming
Now I still Ralph Lauren like [?]
Flex on a n***a again and again for all the nights I was starving
All I know is hustle and run up them bands cause I grew up at Marshall Field Gardens, b*t*h
Hey, I'm from a place where we clapping them rats, it's kill or be killed, if you do it don't get it
Deal way p*ssin' off a fully automatic
Bummy a** n***as don't feel like you got it
And I'm getting this money get the f**k out my face, I do so much murkin', I do what I say
Smoking this dodie, while I droppin' the rakes
I'm whipping this thing, get the f**k out my way
Doing my time to [?]
No talking ray but these bands my face
My mind got watched my smile got tired of being, last straight to my face
N***as yoyo like the money and they screaming out for help when the hollow tips hit 'em
New stay mess n***a
No help gotta deal with 'em
N***as so big and bad when they got a gun
Nice summer nights, we was making n***as run
2018 can't even have no fun
Opps say they smoking my homie
D-27 can't go on my lonely
Gon 6 on the 8 Genobi and Kobe
Try and walk em out of my shoes I guess you gon walk on the stoley
Remember them stores I was robbing
Top shelf get a Romie
Chicago story we all saw it coming
Bless these streets I always had to pay
Like a blind man walking down the street, I can't see a goofy a** n***a in my way
Even tho' my brodie come around every year, everyday I'm getting to the cake
Just like [?], I'm tryna stay Curry
One false move and I'm shooting at your face
Dive in that pu**y to see how that taste, you b*t*h got walls my b*t*h got cake
Times I couldn't aim at the rim, I was shooting at the crates (B*t*h)
Look, and the opps love talking the nonsense
N***as police so I'm not responding
I pull up, I don't tweak in the comments
B*t*h I stay with my Glock like we bonded
And I really knee deep in that field, only money and murder be stuck on my conscience
Man you ain't real you foggin'
This sh*t real never been with the floggin'
50 shots have them dippin' and dodgin'
We and my squad and we drill like a sergeant
We don't do no attempts that's too risky
I was tough in the start when I started
And I ain't a snitch I can't say sh*t like a def I'm taking these charges
F**k the industry them n***as garbage
I'm [?], I'm not an artist
Meant to be, Polo go the hardest
Had to turn my swag now the b*t*hes in love, this money make me a lil' charming
Now I still Ralph Lauren like [?]
Flex on a n***a again and again for all the nights I was starving
All I know is hustle and run up them bands cause I grew up at Marshall Field Gardens, b*t*h
