paroles de chanson Violence - Durand , Durand the Rapper

Mobbers robbers
Searching for a target
Watching niggas in the club
Fucking up them commas
Mamas daughters shaking for them dollars
They just trying to put food on the table
For they toddler
Goddess models
Swear that they the finest
Always trying to find a nigga
Who gonna take care of they problems
Childish fathers
All i see is violence
Shoot you leave you for dead
After they check your pockets

Some niggas rob some niggas extort
Most niggas snitch when they get caught
But its hard to say who does it for sure
So take it trial when you in court
To let it be known what niggas are rats
If you cant do the time then stay out the trap
Niggas puting life on the line for a pack
Get killed at the 7 11 while playing craps
Now i don't promote it or provoke it
I just want niggas to see how they look
Serving a fiend while they live on the book
Snitch on yourself you a hell of a crook
For ignorant niggas i'm wiping my tears
Try to smarter than all of yo peers
I thought the objective was to get this money
Stay out the way don't get caught by the feds
Niggas really do get addicted to fast life
They don't know how to stop even after they cash right
Shit i'm a recovering addict from my past life
I be wanting to give it a try one last time
But i ain't really trying to get another rat bite
And niggas keep loose lips they ain't wrapped tight
I ain't going down for niggas who use a glass pipe
Who looking for shit in the day time wit a flash light

Mobbers robbers
Searching for a target
Watching niggas in the club
Fucking up them commas
Mamas daughters shaking for them dollars
They just trying to put food on the table
For they toddler
Goddess models
Swear that they the finest
Always trying to find a nigga
Who gonna take care of they problems
Childish fathers
All i see is violence
Shoot you leave you for dead
After they check your pockets

Some hoes be grimy some hoes be solid
Some bitches be stripping to get em through college
Way that you move on the pole is so proper
Niggas be loving you taking you shopping
But why did you let all them niggas inside you
Now yo pussy got way too much mileage
Three different kids and don't know the fathers
Nobody want you just gonna be honest
Raised by yo mama and she was the same
Daddy left he thought that she was a saint
He heard some niggas was running a train
All you got left is a picture in frame
She left you to have to live wit the pain
Now look at you you go hard in the paint
This the life that you chose no actin ashamed
So deal wit the game
Nah bitch nah bitch
You pose to be in yo prime bitch
Claiming you a dime bitch
You just that nigga side bitch
Why bitch why bitch
I don't wanna hear you cry bitch
Talking bout you broke there's an
ATM between yo thighs bitch

Mobbers robbers
Searching for a target
Watching niggas in the club
Fucking up them commas
Mamas daughters shaking for them dollars
They just trying to put food on the table
For they toddler
Goddess models
Swear that they the finest
Always trying to find a nigga
Who gonna take care of they problems
Childish fathers
All i see is violence
Shoot you leave you for dead
After they check your pockets