paroles de chanson Free 40 (Feat. 40) - Ham Bome

Too many people thinking that they winning
I'm tryna break my way out the system
Free all my bro behind the fence

Surround myself with the real ones
I see the fake so frequent
Grabbing a full on a Sunday evening
Bet it be gone by the weekend
Ain't tryna get it you slacking off
I got them perkys ain't gotta call
Man I can tell that you that involved
For the right price you can have it all
Bring in them bricks and them pails making them sales
My phone be ringing like bells
Pull out the chopper and reload the shells
Bro you don't know me that well
Whipping it well til I'm seeing them scales
Wrapping em up by the pairs
Scraping the pot for the extras that's there
Treating the customers fair, yeah

Too many people thinking that they winning
I'm tryna break my way out the system
Stack all my racks up like a pension
Smoking hella pack while on a mission
I just be high as ever rapping to the plants
If you not a grower you won't understand
How the ph balance always komes in handy
Gotta keep it growing keep it in the fam
Gotta show the lil ones how it done so when they grow up they wanna be the one
Now they got your game and you call him son
We grow better when we in the sun
That's the nitrogen from the natural light
I'm monster cropping so my batches are nice
I can double up on my per capita right?

Yeah

I keep a shovel never run for cover
We ain't OK to C like the Thunder
Bet it can bite when it's still in the muzzle
I used to serving fiends in the gutter
I'm selling every piece of the puzzle
I pick her up every time you fumble
She let me fuck on her until she stumble
I work with the fam so I can get my cake up
I get out at 5 so ima hit ya later
She wanna fuck a real one and lay up
The pressure will make a diamond if you shape it
I had to break away from the fake
I dust the haters off like I'm chafing
I got my mind right and started praying
Now I'm eating Kobe beef like I'm Shaq on the Lakers
Whip up a bag and sell it then I roll like a blade
When I am bored I just grind like a skater
Big ol' body and the inside is spacious
Do em dirty treat em like sanitation
Dirty money keeping hand sanitizer
N hating with their miserable lives
I kill em slow like a cancer inside no lie

Surround myself with the real ones
I see the fake so frequent
Grabbing a full on a Sunday evening
Bet it be gone by the weekend
Ain't tryna get it you slacking off
I got them perkys ain't gotta call
Man I can tell that you that involved
For the right price you can have it all
Bring in them bricks and them pails making them sales
My phone be ringing like bells
Pull out the chopper and reload the shells
Bro you don't know me that well
Whipping it well til I'm seeing them scales
Wrapping em up by the pairs
Scraping the pot for the extras that's there
Treating the customers fair, yeah