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Fecha de emisión: 12.03.2020
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Poetic Web (Vibin) |
Warn all the lil' kids at home not try this shit |
That’s one reason they alone that I’m opposite |
From all these motherfuckin' clones tryna copy shit |
You cannot come around where I roam you get shot and shit |
It was just me there all alone with no pot to piss |
Made me think everybody around 'cause of my accomplishments |
All my opps anonymous, ain’t with that name dropping shit |
But it’s up it’s obvious, You know that we ain’t squashin' shit |
Roll with three keys on I-10 when I was young |
But we didn’t know about the bricks 'til the end of the trip 'cause we was pawns |
Fell in love with busting triggers we started with BB guns |
Showing love to all my niggas we all we got were we come from |
'Cause all we ever had was our block and the rocks that we slung |
And the junkies that took care of us and yelled when the people come |
Fuck 12, first number I was taught to hate |
Your daddy go to jail and that cycle gon' be hard to break |
These niggas gon' tell knew that shit before First 48 |
One of my lil' dawgs caught a case and ratted took my heart away |
That shit crazy |
I been on them Addys, focused all the way, stacking daily |
Only time I’m taking drugs to keep me up while I be paper chasin' |
And my backwood fat rolling up, whole lot of exotic flavors |
Running up that sack and bring it home because I’m obligated |
Not friendly, no conversation unless you 'bout to pay me |
Can I live I’m in too deep free the project baby |
Hope I’m in they nightmares when they sleep on me |
How the hell I’m gon' get stepped on, bet no bitch won’t put their feet on me |
Still riding around in that 3 like 50 rounds on me |
I had to add a large amount, my people countin' on me |
Real niggas countin' on me (Don't let us down, Lu) |
Don’t change up like these other rappers we got our eye on you |
'Cause you the best poetic activist around Lu |
So keep your fire on you don’t let no nigga die on you |
Been royal purple baby they should crown you |
Back then they used to clown you, money long as a clown shoe |
Tell that hoe to toot that ass up just let me pound you |
After that I put that ass out right where I found you |
Blew that boy brains, broad day, the whole town knew |
Crawl down your boulevard on all eight and we surround you |
Casey put silence on his K, now it’s sound proof |
I just took a plane to that bay to get them pounds through |