paroles de chanson This Song is Crack (feat. The Sisters Blonde) - Gregory Nichols

If you sing for me, I'll Give my

Crack Cocaine Kids, it'll fuck up ya' mind
'Less you sign to Universal, then It work every time
Me & Sam was Bad Boys, Like we Diddy & Shyne
Had to face an exile, So my Jesus could Shine (Ha!)
I worked the fries, French, Danish, & Chives
So you knew a world tour was a matter of time
Had to junk the S&E on the company's dime
"DesDev enterprise" like I sold the design
Yesterday, I rapped to Shawna like a nursery rhyme
Had to spit that common sense since she changed over time
Momma pushed that GLX for her family of Five
Told me times ain't been the same since her daddy had died
Asking Me, "how I been and how did rapping arrive?"
Also asked "where I stay, What type of car do I drive?"
I told her "Look, I'm broke as shit" But I said it with pride
Then she fixed her face to giggle as I looked in her eyes
I could've cried, But Never-mind, the Meeting went on
Told me that a scrub like me is everything that is wrong
With the world today at large, Said she knew in her bones
That I wouldn't amount to shit, after that she went home
Man sometimes I wish to die, kill myself and be gone
But "I'm not your every 5 minute talk on the phone"
But you hear me right now, better set it in stone
Better treat this shit like crack, try and leave it alone, boy

I Found You Walking Alone, Rolling, Like a Stone
I Found You Walking Alone, Rolling, Like a Stone

Now it's Chapter 2, and I'm all grown up, Been fucked up
Since my Cousin went and unfastened my collared button up
"Damn G, Like, where the hell was your family?"
"These stories hit like brandy"
"Greg later lost his mind in Miami" (Right)
On trips with his lover and the family
Had a flashback on times I got touched in that Camry
I used to harm myself when left at Tammy's
Age 9, Wondering how a Glock could save my family?
Kill myself, no whammies (boy!)
The type of shit you only find in Jammies
I tired OD at age 12, a nigga swallowed Nai's Naproxen like some candy
And teachers swore I had a heart of gold
But what's the fucking difference if y'all niggas don't feel my soul?
Vonte' was the only one who gave a good Goddamn
And everyone ain't give a shit bout who the fuck I am
The type of shit that made me grab that pistol and go "blam"
But at the same time my uncle came to understand
The greatest gift of all: he took that pistol out my hand
He handed me a pen and paper, Sonny with a Chance
I never would forget the day he told me In advance
"My nigga, You could be the greatest Rapper to the fans,
Or you could be the hero to the ones not in the stands"
And that's the realest the shit that took some time to comprehend
My Jesus be the Jury And my Angels be my friends
So Boyne voyage to the L.B.M. cause you know I'm gone Spin (Again)

I Found You (yeah) Walking Alone, Rolling, Like a Stone
I Found You Walking Alone, Rolling, Like a Stone

Don't give up on me, In due time