Letras
The Entourage
Mikey Jo made this
They wanna talk about that real shit, talk about that field shit
Talk about that shit that get you killed over deals quick
In the dock, two screws, cuffs to my shoes
Witness in the box pointing fingers at you
Treachery's a common trait, come from best mates
Leave you waiting on the vids that stuck behind them gates
I done things for my team, lad plenty
In the holy front seat, I'm ballied with a semi
Real trapper sold white by the pavement
Started off small time then interstate engagements
Don't fuck this arrangement, steel lane stainless
Real shit from a street cunt, no fakeness
But wait, you ever been shot at?
Had to reload 'cause look up and pop back
Had to fight for your life in the middle of the night
Because this life that we live 'cause most people dying this is no joke
Done shit on a D-Lo
Trap house 'cause jumping on a kilo
Serve cunts 'cause from my car window
Lips blocked it's a part of the G coat
Many nights, swear to God thought this was it
Seen a kid bleeding out 'cause he got dipped
Ain't saying that I did that shit
I stashed that shiv in the creek niche
Gunpowder on the sleeve of my coat
Terry can 'cause I gotta burn these clothes
In a place that nobody knows, it's a part of the game
Not a life that I chose, not a life that I want
Wrapped in raids from the cops
Bagging up but for the boys on lock
I started at the bottom and I've been to the top
Surfing's on the block felt the kick of a Glock (uh)
Raised by the God of concrete and more veins
Saved by the saying someone talk to the grave
Go back to the hood shame there ain't nothing changed
Try to play by the books there ain't no escape
Too many silver spoons, not enough phosphate
Got a kid stretched from the south to the west
For them I keep composure give them one I go left
And get these dark thoughts heard 'cause they're stuck in my head