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Life on the inside of a cold city, detailed with lyrical word play and powerful sound.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #122
Peak in subgenre #62
Author
maurice.
Uploaded
April 30, 2018
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 160 kbps • 3:48
Lyrics
[Intro]
Still living like Im broke
driving off the hope
Rushing, who want the smoke
No time for hearing jokes
[V1]
My time is money, my mind been getting funny, half-way crooked mirrors been placing figures, remove them from me,
Breaking swishas, relaying scriptures, parlay in moves above me, I aint never met a man who was capable be above me,
Ancient records, they cuff me, when the love was looking rusty, breaking green its getting musty, infectious, to you its lucky, a beauty when it gets fuzzy, was music when you could trust me, now moving to prove its ugly, if its you, then dont you touch me...
[Pre-Hook]
What you gon' do riding with who crossed you?
How you gon move, diming on who sauced you?
You a lost yute, matter fact a prostitute, hoeing out ya ends for a Benz and some Tossed fruit,
[Hook]
Gotta give em something, they bussin, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, they fussing, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, to crush em, gotta give em something, they frontin, gotta give em something, to trust em, when ya came from nothing
Gotta give em something, they bussin, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, they fussing, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, to crush em, gotta give em something, they frontin, gotta give em something, to trust em, when ya came from nothing to something
[paid in full scene]
[V2]
Rolling over, in that Rover, on that roller coaster, back in forth, in and out, bi-polar switching shoulders, the coldest soldier, renegading, watch her play controller, taken through ya ends, cause a hustlers heart aint a component, to my opponent better own it 'for its self promoted, tuck in your waist, you better load it cause you will get folded, this ain't a message just the motive, cause you think you boldest, death is life, life is meek, who ready to own it?
[Pre-Hook]
What you gon' do riding with who crossed you?
How you gon move, diming on who sauced you?
You a lost yute, matter fact a prostitute, hoeing out ya ends for a Benz and some Tossed fruit,
[Hook]
Gotta give em something, they bussin, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, they fussing, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, to crush em, gotta give em something, they frontin, gotta give em something, to trust em, when ya came from nothing
Gotta give em something, they bussin, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, they fussing, gotta give em something
Gotta give em something, to crush em, gotta give em something, they frontin, gotta give em something, to trust em, when ya came from nothing to something
(Paid in Full Scene)
[V3]
Trust, If Im eating, then we eating, nothing temporary, still keeping secrets, you can keep it, so unnecessary, a pedigree kept so discreet a virgin playing Carey, blood down your shirt, a taken birth, commission to be buried, sectioned off, for your talks, broken locks, it varies, poker face, saving grace, watching the case get wearied, time is money, aint it funny how we getting married, dollars for the bills, for the thrills, gotta give em freddy
Gotta give something (repeat out)
