paroles de chanson Espn - Darkside E

Walked out the courtroom feeling like OJ
No face no case
Turn you to a cold case
You ain't got no pape
Talking about the old days
I hit the mega millions
Ima make sure my bros straight
Know its bout cake
Every time a nigga phone ring
Sending Jpays to my niggas doing all day
Open shop in ya complex
In the hallway

Knock knock
Who the fuck is that
Check the cameras
Dexter ave nigga calling shots from Calabasas
Wrist look like the chandeliers in my mansion
Up late smoking blunts
Thinking bout expansion
I don't let Nana listen to my music
Can't stand next to me
I'm too exclusive
When it come to that white girl I'm abusive
Beating on these keys like my mothafuckin producer

Take a gram of molly
Drop it on a bitch tongue ring
If I ain't making plays
Know I live in the gun range
Since a lil kid knew I'd be the man one day
Now I'm richer than niggas that was grown when I was a baby
Big E move militant like the Navy
Used to have a hundred allies
Couldn't trace me
Sleep real good knowing niggas still hate me
I live by four words
Fuck you pay me