CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Feelings
Cito
I came up from the bottom, these n***as be hatin' on me and I know they don't want me to pop
I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these n***as ain't give me my shot
I got some sh*t on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I'ma get to the top
I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop
B*t*h, I'm the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches
Young n***as, we was hoppin' them fences
N***a, that's how we was livin'
And this sh*t is f**ked up but I came a long way
"He lucked up," is what them n***as all say
They want me down 'cause they see that I'm killin'
Hopped in the booth, I'm expressing my feelings
There ain't no safety on this .38
If I shoot then I'll shoot it for real
Got a ride with a nine, murder stay on my mind
If I shoot then I'm shootin' to kill
Lost a couple of homies to pills
Had to get in my bag for real
They ain't show me no love when I had no funds
So f**k him if that's how he feel
They full of sh*t, I gotta ride with a clip
'Cause I can never trust a soul
Gotta put mom in a mansion then switch it up fast
Yeah, they pray to God that I'ma fold
I'ma put on for my city, they ain't f**kin' with me
My brothers tryna see us ball
I ain't gon' be in a grave
Seen too many soldiers in my corner taking a loss
Rest in peace grandma, I know that you see me
I'm tryna go in, get the coupe with the stars
I ain't gon' eat if my brothers, they feast
'Til I get it and split it, not talkin' divorce
Used to be ramen and 'fits straight from Ross
Now I walk out the house rockin' Christian Dior
Diamonds is bustin', I been on the stuntin'
I came out the womb knowin' I'd be a boss
I came up from the bottom, these n***as be hatin' on me and I know they don't want me to pop
I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these n***as ain't give me my shot
I got some sh*t on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I'ma get to the top
I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop
B*t*h, I'm the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches
Young n***as, we was hoppin' them fences
N***a, that's how we was livin'
And this sh*t is f**ked up but I came a long way
"He lucked up," is what them n***as all say
They want me down 'cause they see that I'm killin'
Hopped in the booth, I'm expressing my feelings
I came up from the bottom, these n***as be hatin' on me and I know they don't want me to pop
I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these n***as ain't give me my shot
I got some sh*t on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I'ma get to the top
I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop
B*t*h, I'm the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches
Young n***as, we was hoppin' them fences
N***a, that's how we was livin'
And this sh*t is f**ked up but I came a long way
"He lucked up," is what them n***as all say
They want me down 'cause they see that I'm killin'
Hopped in the booth, I'm expressing my feelings
There ain't no safety on this .38
If I shoot then I'll shoot it for real
Got a ride with a nine, murder stay on my mind
If I shoot then I'm shootin' to kill
Lost a couple of homies to pills
Had to get in my bag for real
They ain't show me no love when I had no funds
So f**k him if that's how he feel
They full of sh*t, I gotta ride with a clip
'Cause I can never trust a soul
Gotta put mom in a mansion then switch it up fast
Yeah, they pray to God that I'ma fold
I'ma put on for my city, they ain't f**kin' with me
My brothers tryna see us ball
I ain't gon' be in a grave
Seen too many soldiers in my corner taking a loss
Rest in peace grandma, I know that you see me
I'm tryna go in, get the coupe with the stars
I ain't gon' eat if my brothers, they feast
'Til I get it and split it, not talkin' divorce
Used to be ramen and 'fits straight from Ross
Now I walk out the house rockin' Christian Dior
Diamonds is bustin', I been on the stuntin'
I came out the womb knowin' I'd be a boss
I came up from the bottom, these n***as be hatin' on me and I know they don't want me to pop
I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these n***as ain't give me my shot
I got some sh*t on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I'ma get to the top
I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop
B*t*h, I'm the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches
Young n***as, we was hoppin' them fences
N***a, that's how we was livin'
And this sh*t is f**ked up but I came a long way
"He lucked up," is what them n***as all say
They want me down 'cause they see that I'm killin'
Hopped in the booth, I'm expressing my feelings
