Lyrics
Yeah, uh
Real nigga shit
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Listen
I owe you, it's only us
Came from the bottom, it's only up
Nobody gon' help, it's gon' be tough
They gon' say they did 'til you call they bluff
It's a lose-lose situation
Niggas go from hatin' to supportin' back to hatin'
It's all fun and entertainin'
I push blow, they wanna know the windchill factor
The doors on the Porsche open up like caskets
I put rock in the rim, I guess I made a basket
I had a vision, but ain't make a dime back
I started seein' more when I got better contacts
Is it easier to get a hood bitch to be classy out in public
Or get a classy chick to be nastier when we fuckin'?
I had 'em at the same time, spontaneous combustion
They put your team in cuffs, and you sang lead like David Ruffin
I don't pull strings, I pluck them
Turn four and a baby to quintuplets
Paint job custard, Vogue tires, that's mayonnaise and mustard
That 151 a monster
Now I mix drink with Southern Comfort
I got a tester to test before purchase
That raw and pure is refurbished
This ain't it, the cannabis been tampered with
Ain't no hocus-pocus or magic potion
Went from no motion to slow motion, but stayed focused
Shit can pop at any moment
Look up, now I'm tourin' across the ocean
Nitwit, them ain't needles you knit with
Tracks on they arm fuck up they pigment
Sometimes a fix can't fix their problems
Give your friend a holler before they overdose
Life a tough pill to swallow
Created by my mental, escapin' through my dental
Hugged the block so long they called me for holdin'
Baking soda, the gift that keep givin'
The pain I contain make hard to keep livin'
This for those on the yard and state prisons
And broads that took charges for their niggas
I owe you, it's only us
Came from the bottom, it's only up
Nobody gon' help, it's gon' be tough
They gon' say they did 'til you call they bluff