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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Black Kings |
| This shit real, nigga |
| I don’t know about if it is for you, but I know about me |
| It’s rainin', he lookin' at the ghetto from out the window pane |
| His brother died, and this young nigga can’t even feel no pain |
| Is he gon' ride, or is he gon' live in the hood with all the shame? |
| Is he gon' slide, strap his cleats on when he ain’t even in the game? |
| But that’s what it is when you born up in the field |
| Ain’t no flowers or daffodils, just some animals strapped to kill |
| All the youngsters slappin' youngins at school, they strapped for meals |
| Niggas thinkin' he bullyin' on him for size, but he starved for real |
| Ain’t no dinner after eighth period |
| See, in my ghetto, that hot plate after school is really serious |
| I knew a nigga went All-American, he was really near |
| He got shot in a drive-by, now his whole family fears |
| No Hall of Fame, just hall of tears in a hospital |
| This where the clips be really big, but all the Glocks little |
| They loadin' bullets in their vans, callin' them cop killers |
| It’s Armageddon on my block, nigga |
| All this chasin' shmoney, it done turned me to a hot nigga |
| Crib look like a school, my neighbor’s white, it got a fox in it |
| I’ma keep it trill and spill the real, you know I’m authentic |
| Exotic sodas, feelin' so scented |
| Ay, keep your head up when it’s low because the table’s turned |
| Wait your turn, I was fucked up, now that money burned |
| I seen the closest turn they back about the shit I earned |
| I’m standin' firm, ten toes, say one word, your bitch gone |
| Money long, my clips long |
| If I put my hoes together, I might need a limo |
| Smallest town, sellin' girl |
| Mama think I pimp hoes, know I keep that shit on |
| Woke up late, sippin' syrup, put my kit on |
| Ridin' foreign, came a long way from the rental |
| Cartier vision, I see it clear, ain’t no trickin' me |
| Galleria, I fuck off a bag, that ain’t shit to me |
| I done made my dreams real life, they keep pinchin' me |
| Nah, for real, this my real life, speak it vividly |
| I done made a million out of pimpin', ain’t no simp in me |
| I done snapped my fingers and turned the nigga into history |
| Martin Luther King had a whole dream for this white bitch with me |
| Malcom X choppa at the window, let these niggas see |
| Designer tings, I jump out and drip and I’m a kitchen sink |
| Designer jeans, these Evisus, my legs is Japanese |
| Rapper, please, I’ve been countin' up bitch money since I was seventeen |
| When Jordan was still winnin' rings, I was a kid at the park pimpin' swings |
| We Black Kings (Yeah, no cap) |
| We Black Kings, yeah, fuck you mean, still sippin' lean |