paroles de chanson T - Break Interlude - Empathy

Look
My inner demons screamin' imma light another J
Maybe there a reason that this how I live my days
Or maybe we just carbon on a rock in outer space
Either way, imma run it up until I get my Mama paid
I got dreams of the Bentley and the wrist that made of ice
Shawty bussin' like a semi, so I keep her by my side
We can ride, forget about this shit they callin' life
I could die with my pack of weed and you to say goodbye
Alive, but not livin', that thanks to this good spliff
And these good women, fuck 'em but all I need is my good missus
Good business ain't the type of thing I see around
You fuckers puttin' on an act to act real hard you fuckin' clowns
Started by a friend, an oft told story
For drug addiction is contagious
One addict can make five, five can make 25
Marty's story is like many of the others
It started 2 years ago, with marijuana cigarettes
"Come on, it's my turn next!"
(Look, aye)
People wanna drive from the motherfuckin' backseat
Tellin' me, "I know why you never where the cash be
Rap sweet, Ronny J beat and a Drake feat
Post about it, then sit back and watch over the mad streams"
'Cause yeah you got ambition mate, that's why you're fuckin' bitchin'
Fryin' chicken for a decade and still got no recognition
While I'm in this fuckin' rap game and I'm makin' my additions
Do the math, my digits shitty, but still beating yours times fiddy
Got a biddie with a dumptruck, your shawty some white trash
And cunt, you ain't got the gun tuck, your lies are fuckin' sad
How I'm livin? Off of dumb luck
Fuck piggies with the badge
Run it up, you be the one to
Fumble with the bag
Ain't a match for the kid who goes ratchet up off a spliff
Got some cash I'm tryna get, pay my Mama and make her rich
I go way back, business model involves coppin' Maybachs
I don't take no breaks unless I'm smokin' play the beat back

"This how you do business?
You okay with this?
You got anything to say here?!"