CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Poverty Paintings
(Wait, what?)
Word up
(Pa** my phone, n***a)
(Call Els, n***as)
Gotti Gator, turn me up
(Wake that n***a up, man)
(N***a starving, n***a, eat somethin')
Yeah
(Gotta eat something, n***a)
(Woo)
Yeah
Summertime with the cold shoulder or pro-bowler
Watch how you addressing a home owner, the jokes's over
I ain't that n***a to bro-bro ya, I don't know ya
A veteran like a old soldier, Hulk Hogan
It's been a minute like rollover, I know cobras
That really had some bodies first
I give y'all raps, more sh*t on wax than Bath & Body Works
The way he used to flash them Gotti Murk, RIP shirts
I'm God of the villains, my cause more appealing
I'm in a Mercedеs sprinter with stars in the ceiling
My dogs bark diffеrent, boy listen
I ain't going back and forth wit' y'all n***as
Y'all snitches in the court system
Good lawyer, skatin' like the main transportation for Bart Simpson
Hard labor, f**k lifting, God's kitchen
You either talk or you listen
I done had the i8 for a year and I still can't find the car engine (That's facts)
World on your back (World on your back)
Dirt on your feet (Dirt on your feet)
Pain in yo' eyes (Pain in yo' eyes)
What do you see? (What do you see?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Blood in the streets
Will you survive?
How you gon' eat?
(Just say my grace, you gon' eat this motherf**ker)
You against me
(Word)
To keep the peace
(Woo)
I keep a piece
(Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Ayy
Ain't nothin' sweet (Uh)
(Yeah)
Pray to the Lord
(Yeah)
(Look)
My soul to keep
Smoking dro 'til I'm sleep
No T**anic but, sh*t, if I was Jack, I would've rose to my feet
Explode on the beat, my flow is unique
Lyrically exposing the weak
Hit your shoulders and feet
Who colder than me?
If I ain't with my kids then I roll with the heat
In the pa**enger seat, got at least three pa**ionate freaks
Best believe, yes indeed, watch how I stress the cheese
Hit his flesh then breeze, bars like a sex disease
This for the block n***as in the streets, uh
Get more props from my enemies
Leave 'em shocked from the energy
Why would I stop? I been a beast
Check, I am not with the industry
True facts, I got it locked, zipped and keyed
Mommy listen, serve my plate hot when it's dinner, please
I'm oddly different
Calm steadily
Bread in my palms heavily
The don ready, B
It's Shawn Ellery, Els
World on your back (World on your back)
Dirt on your feet (Dirt on your feet)
Pain in yo' eyes (Pain in yo' eyes)
What do you see? (What do you see?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Blood in the streets
Will you survive?
How you gon' eat?
(N***a if I gotta take it, I'm gonna take it n***a, straight up)
You against me
('Sup)
To keep the peace
(Woo)
I keep a piece
(Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Ayy
Ain't nothin' sweet
(Yeah)
Pray to the Lord
(Yeah)
My soul to keep
Word up
(Pa** my phone, n***a)
(Call Els, n***as)
Gotti Gator, turn me up
(Wake that n***a up, man)
(N***a starving, n***a, eat somethin')
Yeah
(Gotta eat something, n***a)
(Woo)
Yeah
Summertime with the cold shoulder or pro-bowler
Watch how you addressing a home owner, the jokes's over
I ain't that n***a to bro-bro ya, I don't know ya
A veteran like a old soldier, Hulk Hogan
It's been a minute like rollover, I know cobras
That really had some bodies first
I give y'all raps, more sh*t on wax than Bath & Body Works
The way he used to flash them Gotti Murk, RIP shirts
I'm God of the villains, my cause more appealing
I'm in a Mercedеs sprinter with stars in the ceiling
My dogs bark diffеrent, boy listen
I ain't going back and forth wit' y'all n***as
Y'all snitches in the court system
Good lawyer, skatin' like the main transportation for Bart Simpson
Hard labor, f**k lifting, God's kitchen
You either talk or you listen
I done had the i8 for a year and I still can't find the car engine (That's facts)
World on your back (World on your back)
Dirt on your feet (Dirt on your feet)
Pain in yo' eyes (Pain in yo' eyes)
What do you see? (What do you see?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Blood in the streets
Will you survive?
How you gon' eat?
(Just say my grace, you gon' eat this motherf**ker)
You against me
(Word)
To keep the peace
(Woo)
I keep a piece
(Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Ayy
Ain't nothin' sweet (Uh)
(Yeah)
Pray to the Lord
(Yeah)
(Look)
My soul to keep
Smoking dro 'til I'm sleep
No T**anic but, sh*t, if I was Jack, I would've rose to my feet
Explode on the beat, my flow is unique
Lyrically exposing the weak
Hit your shoulders and feet
Who colder than me?
If I ain't with my kids then I roll with the heat
In the pa**enger seat, got at least three pa**ionate freaks
Best believe, yes indeed, watch how I stress the cheese
Hit his flesh then breeze, bars like a sex disease
This for the block n***as in the streets, uh
Get more props from my enemies
Leave 'em shocked from the energy
Why would I stop? I been a beast
Check, I am not with the industry
True facts, I got it locked, zipped and keyed
Mommy listen, serve my plate hot when it's dinner, please
I'm oddly different
Calm steadily
Bread in my palms heavily
The don ready, B
It's Shawn Ellery, Els
World on your back (World on your back)
Dirt on your feet (Dirt on your feet)
Pain in yo' eyes (Pain in yo' eyes)
What do you see? (What do you see?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Blood in the streets
Will you survive?
How you gon' eat?
(N***a if I gotta take it, I'm gonna take it n***a, straight up)
You against me
('Sup)
To keep the peace
(Woo)
I keep a piece
(Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Ayy
Ain't nothin' sweet
(Yeah)
Pray to the Lord
(Yeah)
My soul to keep
