paroles de chanson Feeding My Wolves - 7Miyami

Do what I want, they gone do what they can
I'm repping my set, this shit for the grand
Stack it then flip, came out wit a band
Invested in grip, my thirty don't jam
Running your lip, imma crash on your plans
Rain your parade, they gone understand
I move for the money he move for the xan
He trying lil Yami, glock give 'em a tan
Certified stepper not needing no hand
I hustle for guap couple mill in my plans
Tool in my stock, we upping em fans
I'm working the block, avoiding the man
I'm talking bout twelve, we dodging the pen
I'm getting my mail, a knot in my pants
Opp on a plate Yami cooking the hen
I'm feeding my wolves, and staying on ten

I'm G
First nigga talking that talk, like buddy gone chalk
Don't walk what he saying he preach
Trynna go cop me a hawk, investing my stock
He faking but copping a plea
Loyalty mean everything, ain't faking for cheese
I ride for my dawg like Cease
Henny & tree in my mix, I'm getting 'em split
Get lift when you speaking on me
Yeah, get hit when you speaking on Ceej
Need money for war, he broker then seats
Down bad, I got on my feet
This shit not an image, the seven ain't sweet
Can't speak for no rapper, I said it I did it, Miyami ain't selling no dream
I'm upping the stable for cream
I put her in charge, she'll be working the team
Nah for real, pull up on the scene, the heat in my jeans
He trying? he lunch
Lil flame, I call her my dame
Collecting my change, she trying to hunch
Yeah... I got my mind on my dough, we taking it slow I told her no rush
Damn fein ass nigga, ain't talking bout figures
Then we ain't got nothing to discuss
That battery up in your back deceiving you dawg
You know you ain't pulling no stunt
Talking bout smoking on who? Just keep it cool
My niggas ah burn you like blunts
He playing like Suge but knowing he told on the hood
You playing, lil buddy a dunce
Ain't needing no hand for this shit, I'll sell me a brick
Before I go broke wit a crutch

Do what I want, they gone do what they can
I'm repping my set, this shit for the grand
Stack it then flip, came out wit a band
Invested in grip, my thirty don't jam
Running your lip, imma crash on your plans
Rain your parade, they gone understand
I move for the money he move for the xan
He trying lil Yami, glock give 'em a tan
Certified stepper not needing no hand
I hustle for guap couple mill in my plans
Tool in my stock, we upping em fans
I'm working the block, avoiding the man
I'm talking bout twelve, we dodging the pen
I'm getting my mail, a knot in my pants
Opp on a plate Yami cooking the hen
I'm feeding my wolves, and staying on ten