paroles de chanson Tour Bus Diaries - GEE$

The world is yours, Mr. Scarface
September 11, 2013
Against all odds in that car chase
Hopped out, hopped fences it was Allah's faith
Just simply right time, but the wrong place

Like playing GTA with five stars
Me and Treal, would've did our ages combined
If they found what was in that car
I need space when you around a star

The words I utter, hugging the bass
And in love with the guitar
Pedal to the metal, that was our best case
Tossed the ratchet out the window

It was still there, the very next day
Nowadays I burn gas on the expressway
Ain't never been scared
To press a nigga, if that check late
Checkmate
Independent grind but tell them labels, get that check straight
For you sideline niggas, all you gotta do is spectate
Had hella baggage, but I move better with the less weight

Finna show you niggas ain't on my level within the next eight
My routine led to my success rate
And plus I never waited till I was dry like deck paint
I used to rock the fresh fade

Waves spinning under my du-rag until the next day
Cash in my hand is direct pay
Niggas pocket watching like hoes, stressing what the next make
I dare nigga to try to take butter off my bread plate

Respect or F it, GEE$ back with a message
This is maximum effort, what you niggas expected
Pick your favorite, I'll embarrass whoever selected
The game a bitch and she mine, I'm very possessive

The most consistent and the realest its very impressive
Like saying something important, don't you ever forget it
And when they tell you them stories, shit, they gotta embellish
I got fronted, all that work, I had to go sell it

I done shit for niggas and never asked for the credit
Been raw since day one, they had to inhale it
You can call me the