D. Weathers - Between a Rock paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Between a Rock - D. Weathers



Drive-byes in the valley of death
Guardian angel on my lap, bulletproof on my chest
My soul to keep, if shall ever I rest
But shall they never catch me sleep that's the cousin of death and
I'm praying that Jesus ah grab the wheel
Jesus piece round my neck, my palm clutching the steel
Bangin on my demons, may I wash away my sins
Bow my head in forgiveness, amen
Flawless, I woke up like this
Same outfit from yesterday on my dope boy shit
Bills piling up
I just need of a couple grand
Maybe make ten bombs out a couple grams
Safety off
That's to keep the boy safe
Plan b to have ah lawyer who can fight the case
If only God can judge, then how can a judge sentence me?
Just hoping heavens gates don't look like the penitentiary's
When you caught between a rock and a hard place
You either get locked up or gun down
You just trying to stay alive for yo moms sake
They cut her hours back she can't afford a funeral
For them keys, the feds kicking in doors
Shotgun to ya head, yo face kissing the floor
Flipping over beds, ripping money out the walls
And not to mention they woke up the landlord
Drive-byes in the valley of death
Guardian angel on my lap, bulletproof on my chest
My soul to keep, if shall ever I rest
But shall they never catch me sleep that's the cousin of death and I
Praying that Jesus ah grab the wheel
Jesus piece round my neck, my palm clutching the steel
Bangin on my demons, may I wash away my sins
Bow my head in forgiveness, amen
No halo over the head, just demons all on ya back
Ain't been to church since Easter, I'm thanking God for my strap
Thanking God for this pack
God blessing all the traps
For ever single gangsta flick that inspired us
That G Money look like Nino in the carter
You know Bishop with the banger in his boot
You seen what happen to Reheim when thirsty niggas want that juice?
That red drop, Money Mitch coming thru
Frank Lucas with fur, got that magic turning blue
King of new yorking, Frank White office
O Dog temperament, Dough Boy confidence
Bronx Tales head shots, body up for auction
Nicky in casino you won't even get a coffin
F.E.D's bring the R.I.C.O.
Snatch ya co-defendants
Ya Killa turn Rico as soon as he apprehended ah
I ain't snitching on nobody from Harlem man
I'll give you a couple cats out in D.C. doing they thing, outta town doing they thing
But um, I'm not snitching on nobody in Harlem
Drive-byes in the valley of death
Guardian angel on my lap, bulletproof on my chest
My soul to keep, if shall ever I rest
But shall they never catch me sleep that's the cousin of death and I
Praying that Jesus ah grab the wheel
Jesus piece round my neck, my palm clutching the steel
Bangin on my demons, may I wash away my sins
Bow my head in forgiveness, amen



Writer(s): Danny Weathers


D. Weathers - PlayBoy
Album PlayBoy
date de sortie
07-01-2020




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