paroles de chanson Get Out - Propain , Sauce Walka

Oowee

Gunpowder residue on his hands
Another nigga killed by the hands of his brother, man
Shit, it's hard to understand how we can hate our own kind
But every time it was my own kind that brought my home crying
Niggas that look like me in front of my house blowing my home down
Bullets ripping the bricks while my stepmama on the floor crying
Situations like this could tear a family for a long time
Traumatized for three years every time she hear a door slide
Niggas weren't really tryna catch no bodies shooting at door signs
But when you young that's how hoes slide
But I was different
Ever since a youngin' I been with the run down business
Standing over a nigga like I was 'posed to rise but no hoop pictures
Chrysler Sebring's the best cars but still some coupes missing
Let the tops down and start whistling like my tooth missing
Every time my foot down in the streets like my shoe missing
When I retaliate, somebody known in your crew missing
Time I did in jail brought me home on a new mission
Found out niggas hoes so I'd rather trap with two bitches
Do your boy a favor, now he coming up with new wishes
As soon as you say no, now you fake, bro, and you tripping
Tried to teach the new ones space to grow but they too ig'nant
Cause all they worried about is Gucci belts and fuckin' new bitches
How can I love my brother when he want to take my whole image?
But instead of learn how, he wanna straight draw it down and steal it

Aye, what do we dribble out this motherfucker?
Rap metaphors will riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker?
(Man)
We gots to get out up this motherfucker
(Mane)
Times get ugly, gotta bust a move
(Yeah)
All we know is turning 1's to 2's
(Aye)
Back to the wild, I'm standing on 10
(Standing on 10)
In it for life, you know what it is

Yeah, look
It's crack fumes in my nose, it's pissy on the couch
Roof leaking making holes that's dripping in the house
Eviction notice on the door, they bout to kick em out
Watch your mama struggle or get dough, nigga, pick a route
And as she sit though see outside lord them trenches
Why these youngins selling dope to they own family
Just to drip the style
Niggas seen the scene they taking pleads
They scared to reach the trial
Cause judges hanging niggas without ropes and they ain't getting out
Old folks is rarely big enough to put these pistols down
But riddle how, they killing over dimes we in a different time
You never stepped a foot inside that church
God seen them signs
Our hands up, the police still shooting like its Miller time
The hood hurt, broke as a joke and this ain't Richard Pryor
So niggas ain't trying to flip no burgers
They tryna flip a pound
Hoes will set you up you better watching who you kissing now
The delto rises and hoes slip em down, facts
Its like these niggas turn snake when they digits down
And love ain't real they ain't in movies like it's Tinseltown
Crabs in a bucket, you come up they try and clip you down
And we ain't recognize we all kings because we missing crimes
So it's a few vultures in my past, I don't miss em now
Folks hate to see you getting a bag it bring they feelings down
And count a nigga out then well fuck em we gon kill em now
Started from the floor bitch now we in the sky

Aye, what do we dribble out this motherfucker?
Rap metaphors will riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker?
(Man)
We gots to get out up this motherfucker
(Mane)
Times get ugly, gotta bust a move
(Yeah)
All we know is turning 1's to 2's
(Aye)
Back to the wild, I'm standing on 10
(Standing on 10)
In it for life, you know what it is