Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Doughboy, artista - G Herbo. Data di rilascio: 01.07.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Doughboy |
| You know I was just lookin' at some shit today, man |
| I posted on my Instagram, I was like eighteen on the block freestylin' |
| And I would of never thought that this shit’d ever get me here to this point |
| But I don’t really know how 'cause a nigga did everything and put the work in |
| to get where I’m at now |
| Where I’m 'posed to be, you know, so this shit was written, for real, man |
| Now we really rich |
| Before rich, we was with the shits |
| With four clips, we could never miss |
| I spent years in the whip with Chris |
| I drop tears when I reminisce |
| But I ain’t doughboy |
| I rap gangster like I’m O’Shea |
| 40 K a show, shit been kind of slow, yet I’m still okay |
| Crib more lavish, why I never send my LO your way |
| Live like I got platinum plaques and I ain’t wear my gold today |
| Arm a glizzy in his name but I still got a throw away |
| Remember I was frustrated, rain, rain, go away |
| Now I want a hunnid |
| 'Cause a million ain’t no dough today |
| Wake up in LA, I’m like, now how my day gonna go today? |
| Thinkin' about Yosohn |
| He made my angry days go away |
| Profit to his savings |
| I just gave a whole show away |
| Soon as you don’t have nowhere to go |
| God gon' show a way |
| Just show some faith |
| Take it like a soldier, even soldiers pray |
| It’s no coincidence, I’m from the land of the dead |
| Blood on the pavement |
| Hands on your head |
| Some of us won’t make it out |
| That’s what my mommy said |
| Nobody saw shots, the block watched his body bled |
| Mama still cryin' on the scene |
| She can’t even leave |
| Whole hood immune to murder |
| We can’t even grieve |
| And nobody else cryin' 'cause this the life of a heathen |
| But his little brother now, he got a trick up his sleeve |
| He got a grip on that bitch |
| He been to ran up on a nigga |
| Got a chip on his shoulder |
| He ready stand over a nigga |
| If your bro die in them streets |
| Is you gonna give him pity |
| Or you gon' make the hood red? |
| You gon' paint the city |
| I’m ready to slide all night |
| I hope you still with me |
| We willin' to get through situations when it get real sticky |
| I’m ready to make his mama cry |
| She gon' have to feel it with me |
| I’m ready catch his brother lackin' |
| We gotta kill Ricky |
| I’m just a product of some shit |
| If you look at the map, we was at the bottom of that bitch |
| Kids growin' up like this |
| They don’t think it’s a problem with that shit |
| All they know where I’m from |
| Nigga, if you starvin', hit a lick |
| The right robbery get you rich |
| Well, we was hustlin' on my strip |
| Ain’t had no big homies give us nothing, they ain’t have shit |
| Inherited wars, ain’t know how to survive but we did it |
| I can tell you stories from the start to the finish |
| Super savage, we was livin', nigga |
| Gang shit, you know gang shit, we damn near started that, man |
| Seven, nine S’s, block to block |
| Know we was young niggas that was savage early |
| Did the impossible shit niggas thought we couldn’t do, wouldn’t do |
| We did it, ten times over, man |
| But you know that |