Letras
Yeah, third take, nigga
"Cozz & Effect," nigga
Yeah, yeah, I got to
Huh, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone)
Yo, huh, jealousy holding enemies hostage
Eventually the penalty will come and haunt ya
Hennessy memories leaving me nauseous
But the Hennessy makes the melodies awesome
So instead of me talking, I'm steady jotting
And steady plotting on how to gain spaghetti toppings
You know that Parmesan, that cheddar, mozzarella
The list goes on and on, you know my heart is strong
I'm a young phenomenon, it's like these
People keep forgetting
It's always the least expected who ends up getting it
So don't tell me 'bout no niggas hating
What's the point if I hear?
Mr. Not-Giving-A-Fuck with a joint in his ear
Put that steak on his plate, then so long, disappear
Empty gut, I'm hungry man, the guns pointing this year
I'm feeling like I'm dealing with children, boy, I'm killing
Niggas already trying to bite styles, you break a tooth if you bite down
Bitch I go way too hard
I've been in this hood, dawg, for way too long, man
I've been quiet for way too long
Been patiently waiting can't wait too long, dawg
I've been broke, man, for way too long
No hot water for way too long
You can't knock the hustle, it's way too strong
Man, we way too strong (yeah)
Death to the imposters, label me the king
My dreams could win Oscars, my niggas turned mobsters
My white friends doctors, fatherless child
Listen, how I got this knowledge is wild
Streets taught me, speak softly, nigga, watch from the crowd
'Cause any nigga that's loud, just want attention and eventually blaow!
No fake niggas allowed in my circle, dawg
You been through half the shit I been through, it'll hurt ya, dawg
Tread softly, my nigga moving state to state, running late, watch 'em
Tryna avoid state troopers, that's the Weight Watchers
Run this dope, set this cake 'til they say, "Gotcha"
Or 'til the fat lady sings, and niggas hate operas
And Oprah hate niggas
Make no mistake that we know the stake
Still, we hope to make over eight figures
Slim chances, but niggas bet against the odds
And who am I to criticize how you play your cards, dawg?
'Cause I done beat the odds going way too hard
I been getting slept on for way too long
I been patiently waiting for way too long
I been quiet, dawg, for way too long
You can't knock the hustle, dawg, it's way too strong
It's way too strong
I said you can't knock my hustle, dawg, it's way too strong
It's way too strong
Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted
Yo, tell the judge I'll be happy to pay him off if he's with it
My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell
I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell
Headed for coffin or jail, to never try is the ultimate fail
But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves
Deep, I guess I love a lot
Because the more I do my thang, the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother's not
Reminisce as we was kids screaming, "Fuck a cop"
Guess he took it serious, for me, that shit was just for props
Arms too skinny to hug the block
I found comfort in my dreams of things seen on the screen of fortune and fame
Decisions, decisions, the Porsche or the Range
I take a trip back to the 'Ville, only corpses remain
Some of them niggas still breathing but they dead inside
Victims of a genocide, tears fill my eyes, dawg
'Cause I've been out of touch, man, for way too long
I've been out in Hollywood for way too long
I've been getting this paper for way too long
I ain't called my pops back in way too long
I done make my girl wait for way too long
I wonder if I changed, am I way too on?
Can't knock my hustle, but It's way too strong
It's way too strong
"Cozz & Effect"
Dreamville
Cole World
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