paroles de chanson Chapel Hill Heists - Father

They think I'm a game seven
You're not gonna get fucking 18 points
They don't think you're gonna get eight rebounds?
These guys don't know shit about me
What the fuck do they do?
Doesn't that make you wanna fucking kill them?
Doesn't that make you wanna say, "Fuck you for doubting me? "(Uh)

I got 38 Percs in my pocket, I need to stop it
Rocks in my socks, cops like this is not you in this wallet
Molly rock, molly rock make a college hottie body rock

Gon' get the best top of her 20s tonight, man, yeah
Meet me at the house on Hickory road top
Just bounce if you try fucking me over
I got niggas watching the roads
Ten cross the loss, your tiny little soldiers

Niggas think that's snow, no, that's coke built up
I built this shit brick by brick, floor built up
Man, 762 bulls like middle fingers
Bitch, I'm shooting birds
Niggas know I'm king of the hill

Dammit, Bobby, what's the word?
This bitch think I'm king of the pills, runnin' plays like John Madden
Fake family, a station wagon goin' state to state
Here to Staten
Look at that shit, some Instagram canyon
I'm a damn bandit, can't keep no companion
Some nights, I breach mansions, kick my feet up, really rap it

One time a nigga was home
I had to, mm bop him like a damn Hanson
Nigga, flip the switch
I'm in that bitch waitin' like Chris Hansen
Oh, arms crossed but look at this appointment
Like, nigga, who mad son?
Crossed a lot like And1 'til my man's with the van come
Do what you will with the fam'
'Cause we do not take no ransoms

My bitch thicker than yours, my guns bigger than yours
Nigga, my goons bigger than yours
I talk better than you, I hustle better
I think of the dollar quicker than you
I talk better, I walk better
My shoes fit me better
I get paid more than you