CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Understand
Stacc, you hard, fool
They don't understand where I'm really comin' from, they wasn't in my shoes
They don't understand how we had to run it up, from morning until noon
They don't understand where I'm really comin' from, they wasn't in my shoes
They don't understand how we had to run it up, from morning until noon
They don't understand how I had to shoot a n***a, he tried to shoot me too
They don't understand how I had to play the block and turn up with them goons
Posted outside riskin' our lives, it wasn't sh*t else for us to do
The system took me and my guys, I pray they let my killas loose
I'm trenches-raised to beat the odds, I paved a way for us in June
It's still sh*t we never did, that's why my soul trapped in a booth
They don't understand I go too hard, refuse to let them see me lose
They don't understand I'm at the top, can't let these haters knock me loose
They don't understand this sh*t for [?], damn near everything I do
They don't understand we had to tweak for some respect, my hittas rule
This music sh*t changed all our lives, I pray I make it in the stu'
I got that karma, homie died, I had to pop off for them troops
Homicide gang unit, heard 'bout everything we do
Somebody talkin', gotta watch who I let hang around the crew
You had your gun and died wit' it, now the hood call you a fool
I'm off these X pills, bussin' harder than I ever did off juice
I'm with these killers moody, tryna put an opp n***a on the news
I ain't ridin' solo, it's two hittas packed inside this two-door coupe
We got hot shells for a n***a talkin' nonsense
Folks spin that block, then heard them Glocks, this is that hot sh*t
He full of anger, he just wanna get that go switch
Green [?], all my killas rockin' for a Perc'
When it come to the other side, it's [?]
First degree, man down, got on his ass, let that .40 go to work
He tried to run, ain't go nowhere but on this shirt
I go everywhere with this .30, you see it pokin'
I be with robbers, killers, scammers, trappers
The real dope dealers, uh
I went from rags to riches, I can't go back to juggin' for n***as
So we started robbin', who was he? Where he from?
I don't know, we get 'em
I get [?] my hood the reason I be trippin'
They don't understand where I'm really comin' from, they wasn't in my shoes
They don't understand how we had to run it up, from morning until noon
They don't understand how I had to shoot a n***a, he tried to shoot me too
They don't understand how I had to play the block and turn up with them goons
Posted outside riskin' our lives, it wasn't sh*t else for us to do
The system took me and my guys, I pray they let my killas loose
I'm trenches-raised to beat the odds, I paved a way for us in June
It's still sh*t we never did, that's why my soul trapped in a booth
They don't understand where I'm really comin' from, they wasn't in my shoes
They don't understand how we had to run it up, from morning until noon
They don't understand where I'm really comin' from, they wasn't in my shoes
They don't understand how we had to run it up, from morning until noon
They don't understand how I had to shoot a n***a, he tried to shoot me too
They don't understand how I had to play the block and turn up with them goons
Posted outside riskin' our lives, it wasn't sh*t else for us to do
The system took me and my guys, I pray they let my killas loose
I'm trenches-raised to beat the odds, I paved a way for us in June
It's still sh*t we never did, that's why my soul trapped in a booth
They don't understand I go too hard, refuse to let them see me lose
They don't understand I'm at the top, can't let these haters knock me loose
They don't understand this sh*t for [?], damn near everything I do
They don't understand we had to tweak for some respect, my hittas rule
This music sh*t changed all our lives, I pray I make it in the stu'
I got that karma, homie died, I had to pop off for them troops
Homicide gang unit, heard 'bout everything we do
Somebody talkin', gotta watch who I let hang around the crew
You had your gun and died wit' it, now the hood call you a fool
I'm off these X pills, bussin' harder than I ever did off juice
I'm with these killers moody, tryna put an opp n***a on the news
I ain't ridin' solo, it's two hittas packed inside this two-door coupe
We got hot shells for a n***a talkin' nonsense
Folks spin that block, then heard them Glocks, this is that hot sh*t
He full of anger, he just wanna get that go switch
Green [?], all my killas rockin' for a Perc'
When it come to the other side, it's [?]
First degree, man down, got on his ass, let that .40 go to work
He tried to run, ain't go nowhere but on this shirt
I go everywhere with this .30, you see it pokin'
I be with robbers, killers, scammers, trappers
The real dope dealers, uh
I went from rags to riches, I can't go back to juggin' for n***as
So we started robbin', who was he? Where he from?
I don't know, we get 'em
I get [?] my hood the reason I be trippin'
They don't understand where I'm really comin' from, they wasn't in my shoes
They don't understand how we had to run it up, from morning until noon
They don't understand how I had to shoot a n***a, he tried to shoot me too
They don't understand how I had to play the block and turn up with them goons
Posted outside riskin' our lives, it wasn't sh*t else for us to do
The system took me and my guys, I pray they let my killas loose
I'm trenches-raised to beat the odds, I paved a way for us in June
It's still sh*t we never did, that's why my soul trapped in a booth
