HoodRich Pablo Juan - DMV Intro paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson DMV Intro - HoodRich Pablo Juan




Yeah
Pablo Juan, nigga, real hood rich shit
Like I ain't used to have shit, nigga, nothing like literally
Had to goddamn go steal my food, like no money for the lunch line
Mom dukes ain't have it, it's all good though
You know what I'm saying, it was all good
We used to sleep on dirty clothes, no cap
Like it wasn't even no bed like
Nigga goddamn
Like we just came up hard, I'm tryna put you down, so
You know what I'm saying?
Don't let this shit think like, just 'cause I look like this
You know what I'm saying?
Fuck ass nigga, I'm putting you down
I do this shit, nigga
No cap, nigga
All that rap cap shit, nigga, I really live like this, nigga
Fuck is you talking 'bout, y'all niggas?
Like straight up, nigga, you gotta be in the street, know about it
Don't talk shit you don't know, you know what I'm saying?
Pussy ass nigga
Pablo Juan, nigga
Blow the Movie, nigga
Fuck with these niggas
Zone 6, nigga
Pyrex Whippa
Yeah
You don't know me, must don't know where I came from
All I had was some dope and a gun
Better run, you ain't got nothing to run
Catch a fast shot, stop it soon as they come
Young nigga from the projects, I swear I had nothing
Had to go steal my food if I wanna eat lunch
From the bottom of the hill where they scared to come
Run up in your house when the feds come
Broke, I ain't got nowhere to go, gotta figure it out
Washer or dryer, your clothes getting wringed out
All day sitting in the hallway in Greenbriar
Couldn't even afford no new drawers or socks
Been a real trapper, police is my only opp
Came up from Candler where niggas don't make it out
I don't even go on no dates, you can't take me out
Rich nigga, I give 'em something to hate about
No cap, since twelve years old, had a bomb
Had me a trap in the back of the flea market
I went from shit to that Louis Vuitton
Ex bitch mad 'cause she thought I wasn't the one
My street money fresh like new Air Force 1's
Can't walk a mile in my double C's
Take an arm and a leg with the blue cheese
I can do it with no hands, got loose feet
I can murk him or just kill him when I succeed
You can't kill me, I go underground as a seed
Damn, they wanna know how I proceed
I was built for this shit like I'm Keanu Reeves
I was broke with no money, I had to take pleas
Go get the sack, I can't slip, I got cleats
Drugs in my blood made my heart beat
Got bitches like chickens, they white meat
Got more Cartier than friends
I was broke and I prayed for a Benz
They was up and ain't had nothing to lend
They did me dirty, I had to go cleanse
Pablo, I'm the one that's setting the trends
I seen a million dollars for a million followers
He was tryna go eat, he got full of the hollows
I live for today, make sure I'm straight tomorrow
Know what I'm saying?
Four-five in the studio
Like, put these young niggas on, they tried to take me out
You know what I'm saying?
Ooh, thought it was over, it ain't
I'm swapping that lean for my blood by the pint
Bought my mama a house and a car, made her faint
Got a half a million in the bank
Every color money but the kitchen sink
I gotta stop and thank God, thank you, God
Did a re-up with two for five at the Econoline
Even my opps gon' tell you I ain't a fraud
I was almost dead, got plugged in and got a charge
Been had the bars and I ain't talking rap bars
Smoking in the car, they called it the drug dog
Lean might be red or the purple, don't drink Par
Jumped off the porch, I ain't never had a day job
Seen some niggas lose they life playing hard
Came from the bando, the five-car garage
Sold every drug and I put that on God
I'm saving that money, I'm letting it ride
Ain't used to have nothing, now look what I got
Can't put my trust in nothing but this Glock
Shit was hard, but I'm never gon' stop
At the bottom, stay down 'til I got to the top
You fake like a prop, ooh
Had to go sleep on the floor with my nigga Scott
They left me in the ocean, I had to go figure it out
Ain't never gon' fit in with you niggas, I'ma stand out
Follow the leader, I'm bringing them bands out
They wanna see me locked up or laying out
Ain't gon' go like that though, you know what I'm saying?
Blow the Movie, nigga, keep watching, you know what I'm saying?
Came up from nothing like that, real story
Shit better than goddamn Straight Outta Compton, nigga
Straight from Candler, nigga
Yeah
Got rich, nigga, or we was gon' die trying
No fucking cap, nigga



Writer(s): Kedrick Isaiah Cannady, Sterling Pennix Jr.


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