paroles de chanson All on the Line - Marka , FlexxBabyy , El Charrou

It's Warpath Records
Black Soprano Family
Big Warpath, Big BSF Shit
This how we putting it All on the Line
Feel me, shit

Won't nobody help, no
No one will give you all you want
Got to take for yourself all things you're owed
But is worth it, worth it, worth it
To put it All on the Line
It's a great sacrifice
But it's cold
In these streets of blood and gold

If we got to do em like 69, I don't wanna be leading this rat race
Fuck demonstrate or educate, funny how now I'm teaching my classmates
And fuck it I don't like sunsets, but I love seeing you go down
Still want that milkshake like Nas' ex when I'm riding through my old town
Thinking 'bout my blessings at the intersection, the intervention's so Devine
The game like my ex when we started chilling, ain't know she was gon' be mine
Know some homies if they don't get it in in money, they'll take it in blood
Thought he'd make it in these streets but he was just fake as a thug
Amongst all the crooked people and smiles the team had to set it straight
Fuck second place, married to the game blowing on some wedding cake
No love for those in the streets of blood and gold, we gon' let the semi spray
Want smoke can't ventilate, making hits but my soul they'll never penetrate
With all this coke on these streets, pos wanna know where they grow all this weed
Know some homies still on the low key at the stove with the heat
But it's a marathon it don't come quickly and its risky when your vision works
Drowning and sipping on whiskey 'cause I'll never get a Nipsey verse

Won't nobody help, no
No one will give you all you want
Got to take for yourself all things you're owed
But is worth it, worth it, worth it
To put it All on the Line
It's a great sacrifice
But it's cold
In these streets of blood and gold

Let me know if it's worth it
Show you for certain
Run it up yeah I'm hurting yeah
I got the bag 'cause I earned it
Bag yeah I burn it
Running 'til my feet yeah it turn red
Ice on me yeah I get a sled
Ice on me yeah I get a sled
Run it up I'm counting a lot of bread
Yo bih she wanna gimme head
But I just want bread instead
All she wanna do is lay up in bed
Time, ain't got no time
Time, ain't got no time
Running outta time yeah
Running outta time

Won't nobody help, no
No one will give you all you want
Got to take for yourself all things you're owed
But is worth it, worth it, worth it
To put it All on the Line
It's a great sacrifice
But it's cold
In these streets of blood and gold

I'm with Vino, Heem and some demons man and we got streets on lock
I don't see a cop, you the type to flee when the heat is on 'cause the scene so hot
From a quarter mile away I can tell your team full of bitches like a drag race
Quarantining so you know the cribbo full of bitches like a back stage
Now can you get with that, telling me to get a move on and get some cash
My art leave your team splattered and your dreams shattered like mister glass
Chill to the next episode with Flexx, Warpath how I'm repping though
If you ain't up for this fast, my charrous can turn you to a vegetable
And your girl crazy, no wonder why she loves my retarded flow
Know some hitters rhyming but my silver lining is I got a heart of gold
Jumped in this game with a raw flow and stepped outside with my weapons drawn
And rappers wanna cut product just like another bag that they stepping on
Fuck it on my UK rubbish, that's that Balderdash
Tailor made flows but your fabricated your story, you altered that
And they know we'll kill shit for 50 cent, they know we 'bout massacres
You now fucking with the Warpath Family, the best in South Africa

Won't nobody help, no
No one will give you all you want
Got to take for yourself all things you're owed
But is worth it, worth it, worth it
To put it All on the Line
It's a great sacrifice
But it's cold
In these streets of blood and gold