Sencillo / Pista
S.A.D. (Shit Ain't Deep)
Letras
Dom Kennedy:
The first time I hopped on a plane to handle some BI
I probably had my headphones on playing some TI
I probably pinched your girlfriend ass up in the VI
Word to my other self, it’s like I could predict the future
I taught them own your masters, they say I'm just a rapper
Rich n*ggas with attitude, my lifestyle ya’ll adapted
Yeah this another chapter, cleaner than your pastor
Pimpin’ Ken on the microphone, my pockets fat
I made this one from scratch somewhere between the hi hats
When I leave she say come back
All blue hunnids, but the car is matte black
That's if we speak in facts
My stage presence known to make pretty women collapse
That wouldn't be the first time, not even the last
the government set up Tupac, he was pro black
So I'll be going hard until they tell me it's a wrap
Y'all give us guns and make up laws, no wonder it's called the trap
All blue hunnids in the car is matte black
When I pray now, I say thank you for all I have
Way too invested in this now to go outside
Don't need interviews with Vlad
Money talks. Get a bag
JasonMartin:
Another day, another problem, bro
Shit ain't sweet
Get money, stay ready tho
Shit ain't deep, for real.
Another play, a couple commas
Still ain't hit our peak
Get money, stay ready tho
Shit ain't deep, for real
JasonMartin:
Coffee sippin, rolling up to Lailah Hathaway
From the city from where you judged by ghetto accolades
Who shot who, who fucked who
Who wears red, but maybe once before wore blue
It all depends on who wearing the jewelry at the campfire
Shining like sapphire, using n*gga satire
To lighten the blow to get they real shit off
Each one teach one, even the real can get lost
Floss killed like liquor that's spilled on clean shirts,
Only things I pay attention don't pay for bitch purse
Mecca from the section, remind them each first