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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Pray 4 My Enemies |
| I’m willin' to go up the furthest length |
| Under any extent, nigga play, so I pray for my enemies |
| Can’t let 'em get rid of me |
| It might be the day, any day you get blown away |
| I’ma shoot broad day if you temptin' me |
| Been in the streets and I been through enough |
| Just to know not to ever show sympathy |
| The devil got into me |
| But I’m blessed with a sin, so I know when you envy me |
| I play off energy |
| So don’t be an enemy, I pray for my enemies |
| So be safe to my enemies |
| I don’t play with my enemies |
| We lost Kobe, we made the trenches bleed |
| Crushing opps like centipedes |
| Now we back in the league |
| Now I’m rich and they still gon' love when a nigga leave |
| Heart cold like Christmas Eve |
| But I still show love to my hood like it’s Christmas Eve |
| Been through it, shit wasn’t easy |
| I’ll tell you some shit right now, you wouldn’t even believe it |
| How I make it out? I don’t know either |
| Well, I meant hard work and not leaving the house with no hollows |
| High like a fever |
| Outside ridin' the east, we got one-twenty shots in four seasons |
| And that’s how we beat 'em |
| I had to go make a way for my niggas 'cause I was the leader |
| Glock 23 of the Nina |
| Both of them bitches got work on 'em, I can’t decide it either |
| Might as well ride with both of 'em, I was gon' ride with either (Fuck it) |
| Know the way we did, niggas they gotta retaliate |
| We wasn’t higher than even, way up on the score |
| Did that shit with ease and we still let niggas breathe, still (No bap) |
| Clip and the AR, same size as a nigga sleeve (No bap) |
| Paranoia come close, make a real scene |
| Revenge and we had to still breathe |
| I don’t fear no man, let a trigger squeeze |
| Don’t gotta squeeze triggers, got a little cheese |
| Used to play in the grass 'fore I got in the street |
| Then I turned fifteen, started selling trees |
| Used to pass the rock how he passed the rock |
| Now I’m passin' Glocks like my boy Steve Nash (Nash) |
| Young nigga movin' a little too fast, playin' we blast |
| Niggas wanted the drill, wasn’t thinkin' 'bout cash |
| Got in my first high speed, did the dash and crashed (Damn) |
| Snuck my pipe into school, I was totin' a mag in class (No bap), damn |
| We saw a opp and I bet when he looked in the mirror at home |
| He ain’t know that today be his last |
| I know we gon' catch you if you with your lady or baby, you may get a pass |
| Whenever we catch you, we hop out and stretch you |
| Lord, bless you |
| These niggas hoods be nothing 'cause I come from Essex and my block hectic |
| We hop out and exit, we hop out extra and make it a mess of it |
| Turnt up the pressure, now we havin' less of it |
| Man, we did what we did and how we did it |
| And so ain’t no worryin' about the rest of it |
| Shorty, them itchin' to wet something |
| Yours versus mine, we gon' end up topless, let’s bet something |
| Nothing but killers and riders |
| Nothing but dealers, I hung with gorillas |
| We stronger than niggas divided |
| And we shootin' up whatever shit we decided |
| Chillin', we already tried it |
| They drillin' forever and ain’t no denyin' |
| They slidin' for nothing, ain’t nobody even outside that need to be fired at |
| I’m facin the blunt while I drive, plottin' on homicide |
| Don’t know where my mind at (Yeah) |
| I’m up a new milli and ain’t even got on my grind yet (For real) |
| Still tryna make new money, I got old money |
| Shit like, where you find that? |
| Boss shit, whatever number got digits and commas behind that |
| Don’t even cost shit |
| Chain your wrist, wonder why we can’t see where your shine at |
| Say you get money then chasin' after hoes where we find ya at |
| Nigga, where ya time at? |