paroles de chanson My Way Now - FreshP

I had a separate phone with clientele for the green
I'm 868 repping, she don't even know that code
Been at it since 2012, this shit ain't what it seems
We lost a lotta homies in the hood from them bullet holes
Gotta get my momma and my people out the scheme
It used to be a 'dream' like MLK on magazines
Niggas talking through a screen, I guess they can't afford the beef
She get too close I gotta leave
Yeah
Shoutout GOD cause he been tryna let some things start
Going my way now, 10 toes on it I stay down
Marathon in a playground, sliding swinging a K round
FP right on the way now
Tell me what can they say now? yeah
I muscle up right out the womb I promise I was born to flex
Shiggy mixing out the booth, we don't know if it's morning yet
Taking shots I'm on the moon, the cow ain't even soaring yet
Am I getting boring yet?

They know that's a negative
Must be on a sedative, claiming that you better than P
Yeah Yeah
They know that's a negative
Must be on a sedative, claiming that you better than P
Yeah Yeah

You ain't even hot as me
Pull up in a fit and take a pic I bet yo shawdy let me hit just like the lottery
Don't matter where I go can't take this Trini shit up outta me
They put me on the stage in front the greats
Thought you was proud of me
You know I go hard in the paint
They wanna fuck with me but they can't
Told me they gon ride but they ain't
I'm just tryna count these Benny Franks
Bitch we really here this ain't a prank
If I'm shooting for the stars then I ain't hooping in the gym
She asking me how many times I'll say that I'm a P
Like Rapping Economics, I was rapping on a whim
De killy dem didn't know dat I could flip into the Trini
Young boy
Yeah I'm outside in the city
I make dumb noise
You should know that I get litty
Brodi spin a block he don't get dizzy
Pop out at yo party, issa knockout like I'm Izzy
Cause y'all niggas ain't street, ion care about the beef
And if you real go get some money, show me how you flip a G
Some of these rappers got no passion, shit you playing ain't for me
I lock myself up in the stu I'm only coming out to eat

I had a separate phone with clientele for the green
I'm 868 repping, she don't even know that code
Been at it since 2012, this shit ain't what it seems
We lost a lotta homies in the hood from them bullet holes
Gotta get my momma and my people out the scheme
It used to be a 'dream' like MLK on magazines
Niggas talking through a screen, I guess they can't afford the beef
She get too close I gotta leave
Yeah
Shoutout GOD cause he been tryna let some things start
Going my way now, 10 toes on it I stay down
Marathon in a playground, sliding swinging a K round
FP right on the way now
Tell me what can they say now?