Rap 2 In this city where the sirens weep, now the street life ain't seeming so sweet, Pills popping, heavy hustle, hard flows on the beat No helping hand, just deals and A knife, In this urban game, it's called dangerous life. My Hood is up and I see shadows in the alley, Hustlers on the corners, dressed all dark with a bally Here come the cats called Dave and kally The amount of money I’m makin I I don’t need no tally Pockets heavy with the dreams, but my souls feeling light, Chasing all this lizzie, in the darkness of the night. I never talk shit and I never ever cap See me on the street but you know I never lack My AirPods stay out I got eyes behind my back On corners where failed deals unfold, Young soldiers in the battle, hearts turn cold. Coded language, streets speak in rhymes, Survival's the anthem, echoing through these times. Pills painted as an a escape from reality Shit den that’s true come and buy from me No mercy in these streets, I can’t ever fall asleep when I see the blue lights for the curtains I peak Hands in the hustle, gripping tight for gains, Yet the city's grip tightens, as it never refrains. No silver spoons, just the use of knifes, In this madness reality, where only the strong survives
Money, power sex and junkies. My nigga whippin shit, while he out of country. Shottin thc to fuckin dumb ygs, smokin this spliff, i do that when i feel crumbly. And you know im real humble. Them niggas see me and they stumble. Im comin up, this aint no fuckin rumble. I aint comin harsh, but ill fund you. Hop on my line, and watch your money stack bigger than your boots. Im in this booth, its a blackbox. Scrashin in a dinger, booted the blackbox. Got food there, its my hash spots. And you know i got the 10/10 bud, i got juice.
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Rap 2
In this city where the sirens weep, now the street life ain't seeming so sweet,
Pills popping, heavy hustle, hard flows on the beat
No helping hand, just deals and
A knife,
In this urban game, it's called dangerous life.
My Hood is up and I see shadows in the alley,
Hustlers on the corners, dressed all dark with a bally
Here come the cats called Dave and kally
The amount of money I’m makin I I don’t need no tally
Pockets heavy with the dreams, but my souls feeling light,
Chasing all this lizzie, in the darkness of the night.
I never talk shit and I never ever cap
See me on the street but you know I never lack
My AirPods stay out I got eyes behind my back
On corners where failed deals unfold,
Young soldiers in the battle, hearts turn cold.
Coded language, streets speak in rhymes,
Survival's the anthem, echoing through these times.
Pills painted as an a escape from reality
Shit den that’s true come and buy from me
No mercy in these streets, I can’t ever fall asleep
when I see the blue lights for the curtains I peak
Hands in the hustle, gripping tight for gains,
Yet the city's grip tightens, as it never refrains.
No silver spoons, just the use of knifes,
In this madness reality, where only the strong survives
Μαυρα ειναι τα φταλε ebeham efene haram
Οχι δεν ειναι νταξει οχι δεν ειναι ταμαμ
Money, power sex and junkies. My nigga whippin shit, while he out of country. Shottin thc to fuckin dumb ygs, smokin this spliff, i do that when i feel crumbly.
And you know im real humble. Them niggas see me and they stumble. Im comin up, this aint no fuckin rumble. I aint comin harsh, but ill fund you. Hop on my line, and watch your money stack bigger than your boots.
Im in this booth, its a blackbox.
Scrashin in a dinger, booted the blackbox.
Got food there, its my hash spots.
And you know i got the 10/10 bud, i got juice.
ye I got use,