paroles de chanson Recoupe - Gist The Essence

I'm a need all that
Nah, I ain't going back
You gonna see the shit that I see
That's why I record that
Loud in a Benzo
Loud enough indo
Sold through a window
This soul ain't for rental

I'm a need all that
Nah, I ain't going back
You gonna see the shit that I see
That's why I record that
Loud in a Benzo
Loud enough indo
Sold through a window
This soul ain't for rental

All this me, cause I paid for that
Living free, like I ain't pay for that
Can't un-see, ain't erasing that
Pain no peace, where the raised us at
Painting a piece, that's raising a pack
The pain and the peace of missing your dad
Tasting the cheese that never goes bad
Cutting the milk, does body so bad
Up hundred of bands
Turning that shit into M's
Think it, I see it, I can
Live it, I breathe it, I am
We believe in the plan
Not in your hands, fuck an advance
We just came from living with our parents
Watching Power, feeling embarrassed
Now I empower niggas in Paris
Ball so hard these niggas wanna find me
On my own, no co-signee
Speaking for those right beside me
Keeping 'em close, but never behind me
Eyes won't close, think I'm a zombie
I'm in zone, who gon' stop me
Who gon' stop me, I pay the IRS
Created a thing you'll never finesse
I'm in a vibe, I'm in a mind
Getting in tune, Getting aligned
Breaking the food, splitting the pie
Ain't letting you fools keep playing with mine

I'm a need all of that
Nah, I ain't going back
You gonna see the shit that I see
That's why I record that
Loud in a Benzo
Loud enough indo
Sold through a window
This soul ain't for rental

I'm a need all of that
Nah, I ain't going back
You gonna see the shit that I see
That's why I record that
Loud in a Benzo
Loud enough indo
Sold through a window
This soul ain't for rental

Guarding my chest, niggas a mess
Talking Patek, I'm talking protect
Talking your neck, I'm talking baguettes
Talking about we, you talking the best
Recouping the crews invest
Meant every word that I said
Think it, I see it, I write it, I speak it
Believe it, I want it, I get
God protect me from the Po-Po
And niggas calling me bro bro
And hoes loving the photos
These bitches be doing the most
I just might buy me a Ghost
Know that my timing is dope
Nigga popped back off the ropes
Cutting off one on my throat
Tryna better my options
For me and the crew, nigga that's never stopping
Take off your shoes 'fore you step on the carpet
You carry with you where you been walking
Guarding my check, guarding my chest
Guarding my heart and my neck
Maybe a tech in the tech
Fuck you expect? Niggas are fucking a mess
Wishing you luck if you test
Mama prayed so I'm blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed
Circle of M's, guess who's next, next, next, next