paroles de chanson Strathmolism - BandGang Lonnie Bands

Huh, westside terrorist
Home of the Glocks and chops
Home of Linwood, Exit 9, and 6 Mile Bronx
Grew up watchin' Rose, dad whippin' up Megan Fox
In the household with no daddy, my brother was playin' pops
The hood love we started rappin', we was out tryna rob
Big bro 'nem was good at it, but most of them doin' time
They mostly went East with it, laid your favorite artist down

They gave Moose and Murph double life, and it changed their mind
Was in high school tryna keep a straight path in life of mines
But then my people showed me a sight, I turned to Wizard Oz
Ain't went no more school now, to swipe, swiped my nine-to-five
The year they turned the hundreds blue, I ran me up like six dimes
State to state on Interstate 94 to 69
I was turnt before a record blew, before they even sung my rhymes
Way before the fro grew, they called me Mr. No Declines

Out of town, nobody knew my hustle, they just knew I grind
Dot seen me on the book like, "Bitch, why you ain't been around?"
I came back to the hood with a fire bin to pass around
Like money ain't a thing, it's gon' be forever some pape' around

Bandman, scam man
Whoever thought we'd be legends?
Bandman, scam man
Whoever thought we'd be legends?

Hey, got my name from the streets, not from rappin'
Hey, got my name from the streets, not from rappin'

(Bitch, huh)
(Keep it on the low)
(Keep it on the low)
(Bandman, scam man, bitch, keep it on the low)
(I don't know who got 'em for the low)

R.I.P. Spotty, that shotty to your body
Boogers in the bezel, bitch, the yachty look snotty
20 for a body, 40 if you headshot him
50 for a Roxy, 30 if you with my posse
35 hundred if you want your ice rocky
75 hundred for deposit to book Lonnie
Seven years of runnin' and these pussies can't stop me
Never praised the money, so the money don't define me

It's BG, SG, GB vers' everybody
It's BG, GB, SG, vers' everybody