paroles de chanson Bás Duit (Outro) - Buso

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People tried to count me out
Take a table, grab a plate
Get aquatinted with my face
I be more than just a name
Slow me down, nah you can't
I be ballin, I be stuntin
Love to see it on they face
They can't stand to see me win
They can't even watch the race
Ima dog, I go hard
Pray to God I see my day
Talk to God about more things than a case
My day to day
Consisting of the phrase
"Dear Lord here I lay, and if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to keep"
I'ma rare and dyin' breed
Sympathy drive me insane
Y'all be flockin', y'all be watchin
Y'all be stuck inside the game
Like you locked in, got no options
Yet you ain't even scared
Brainwashed, self-loss
And I ain't showin' pitty
I call it how I see it, that's exactly why that they ain't fuckin' with me
I'm the hardest out the city
But my whereabouts unknown
Off the map light years ago
Earned my stripes, then got some goals
But the end won't ever change, I was born to get the gold
Battles with my soul
Like "where this shit gone go"
See temptation caught me slippin' way too many times
I won't go for shit like this
Gotta do it for my kid
A good man who raised him is all I ever aim to be
And if it means breaking necks
I'm shootin' first, to watch you bleed
Then bust out both the knees, put you in the dirt wit seeds
Gone indefinitely
Necessities
God first, then family
Work hard, can't stand me
Improvement, hate failing
My respect, I'm demanding
And for those who try my hand at
Success's better stand back
Show no mercy, lost it
I just listed out your options
I try to be cool, calm, collected
But we kno it's always someone
Who can't stand you takin' stances
They just wanna see you fall
I grab up on the ball
Pump fake, take it to the top
Quicker than a swat, can't be blocked
Get the fuck up off my cock
I ain't here to pillow talk, baby lemme hit it raw
Bust her open, now she flawed
I can't stand to see it
I'm so lost
I be lost like Never Never Land
Bitch, I'm fly, no Peter Pan
Pull that thing up out my pants, and see your baby momma dance
Heart ain't cold, it's sand
She get bent, get slammed
I'ma do the shit on cam, show the boys cuz Issa fam
In Studio6, around here it's "fuck that bitch"
I'm just tryna get a spliff, need to puff before I vent
I ain't fuckin' wit you simps, and if you step then I'ma hit
Self defense motherfucker, I need my space
My mind been bent
I ain't trust nobody since
So how the fuck you blame me
I upped it 'cuz I'm angry
Let's not forget you enflamed me
Threats to my family
I offered like we can sit and talk
Or I can see you on the block
I ain't tryna shoot some shots
To a dude who was my dawg
But I guess it's "fuck up everybody else, best protect my mental health"

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