paroles de chanson DANGEROUS - 81rexx

Yeah
Stay dangerous
Just don't blow up 'til you need to
That go for your dreams too
They said your 20s really mean too
So you gotta have faith even then too
I know it's too hard
Staying sober, staying over
Going through withdrawals
Relapse what ain't disposed of
Did that bout a week ago
Getting hella high so you ain't feeling low
Feel it don't you

Drink up
When them niggas come around keep your links tucked
.30 Clutch
I ain't contributing to no Curry lines
Know they heard about me watching 30 for 30 rhymes
Top prospect
ESPN gone cover my stats
This a one way ticket ain't no coming back
One way in
One way out
And your ticket in this chamber
On the line no hanger
Clotheslines and coke lines straight from Decatur
Live how we need to
While doing shit that we don't need to 'til the time comes
When we can be free
Get millions and live dreams
Be crowned king too, I'm a dream team sipping clean lean
Prince for now
Hit a lick, wipe prints, only rich for now
Seen too much shit
My nigga don't quit right now
Don't lose ya dreams
Just remove yourself from toxic things and these oddest dreams
Death and War among other things
Working with my shadow tryin
Not to be shallow or too hallow
I done battled
Silence of the lambs treating everyone like cattle
Breaking out the shadows
Showing I'm deadly styles too goddamn heavy
Too much on my mind
Taking my time real steady
Upset right now
But I gotta live life with no regrets can't judge them now, I'm
Feeling great still
Pulling my weight still
No gas in my tank, but my studio stay here
So I been
In the crib for 3 years working on my fears
Toast up but I have yet to blow still
Struggling paying bills but my flow nice still
Your as cold as ice willing sacrifice love here
Kicking in high gear
Got money on my mind but pussy in my ear
Tell me why am I here
I feel niggas only on for the ride
Some people be real
Most really be facades, so I
Pray to God I can spot when I try
Say bye bye to bad people playing nice guy
Barely recovered from all the wars we done fought in
Feeling fiend sick
I'm rejecting all they taught me
I can't slip or let money hungry drive the whip
Even styled mine, bless up
Style my bitch
Keep yo chin up and yo chest out
Don't forget where you come from that you next out
81 Til infinity
Hoping that you hearing me
No names
Gain more fame
But I need digits see
I really hope you feel a young nigga
He ain't close to done nigga, he got
81 Years of this rap shit in him, I'll
Spit till I'm dead
My bitch and her best friend 2 bitches in my bed