paroles de chanson Agassi & Ash - Dark Lo , Eto

Now the sense that stops me going blind
Makes me wish that I was drinking wine
Bleeding only lifeless forms what used to be my mind

The top of New York get real underneath
It is not a crime to steal from a thief
Now Hobbes Act is in motion and
Niggas you was feeding won't get you out of that hole you in
Eat, being humble didn't last so long
Guns go off, the masks go on
Visions of money, betrayal by the niggas among me
Thought it was love, even fam don't bond
Duh

That's when your plan went wrong
Heart went cold and your hands went warm
Rubber glove, rubber grippin', couple thugs on a mission
No talking, they don't listen, flame sparking, never missin'
Put on weight in the kitchen, baking soda, get to mixin'
Boss rider, I might hogtie ya
Couple hitters need work and they all hired
Off top, no writin', I got arthritis
Money bags at the end I never lost sight of

Watch the other side of the fence
They ran out of a pence and need dollars and strength
Before the cosign, evaluate posture and scents
I'm in the trench, bury me on a block of cement
You know I know, real niggas pass, they don't die though
It all started with a staccato and a clavo
Two on one, the proof on thumbs
But ain't appreciate the plate until the food's all done
It's all hostile, nothing changes
Watch body and study language, money maintenance
Yeah, it's all different
Came up with the vintage and authentic
Strong friendships, you in the wrong business
Yeah

Penny loafers, now I'm rocking nickel plated toasters
Dimes with me, twenty niggas in a limo chauffeur
Fifty stacks, hundred bands, everything is kosher
If it's not, bang on you, put you on a bus stop
Me and Etho back and forth, it's like Agassi and Ashe on the court
He the sickest in New York
From Philly, I'ma get down low
If you see me in the club, they ain't pat down for
I'm the crack town lord
Try and duck indictments, lawyers swingin' like Tyson
Blow your candle, no icing
Any fucking rapper that you name, that's who I'm nicer than