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Curren$y
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Streetcars banging up St. Charles New Orleans is a work in progress I can't afford to take the day off My young niggas stacking up money off the eight balls And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall Shit's starting to break my heart Cause I don't want that life for my niggas I know we can be so much bigger If the light got shined on my city The world would be trippin' Off how many talented people was in it Other niggas had they little 15 minutes And they ain't know what to do with it But wait 'til I get it I'mma stretch it like Armstrong A million miles long Plus, I'mma put a bunch of other niggas on Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish I see a nigga strugglin', you know I'mma help him Show my niggas how to go from ballin' to wealth And raise they kids up real nice and healthy The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin' I stay above that, I'm a fly ass falcon Last night a nigga got clapped with a Magnum The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin' He say I got too much talent And a flow that can change things So that can make me a target of a hatin' assassin Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow It's fear and loathing in the NO 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Demons comin' from wild angles The shit is wild dangerous But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway Or Miles Davis The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullshit and lies About me killin' niggas and flippin' pies But when I got by myself, I found myself And realized that if I was a child in these times I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys Clown ass rappers I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness And sideline the whackness The good niggas can't get in the real game No matter how much promise we showin' at practice Niggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it Good thing I got a sense of humor So when it happens, I'm laughin' They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em Chronicles of a swag donor Give five mics to the rightful owner So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma Spitta, yeah
Just like that Four months on the road, nigga F.S., Jets Yeah, where haven't we been yet Shout-outs to Smash
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