paroles de chanson Weak Shit - Isaiah Rashad

Look at how I'm riding in my bucket I be coolin, 95 degrees no AC but I be coolin, no exaggeration fucking bitches I be doin, my pockets hella empty but these bitches steady choosin
To this pimpin I'm a student. I need a job.
This rappin aint paying bills, okay blame it on rashad, get up all in my feelings, gather blame it all on God.
But see that ain't the lesson that was taught off by my mum.
I be that pretty nigher flocka, fuck that shit, fuck that bitch.
See that shit don't make no sense, he ain't even got a lisp.
It's so many fuck rappers I can even make a diss.
Its so many fuck niggers aint no need to make a list and tell my mama I be straight.
All I need is dutches swishers.
Hide all my insecurities, crowded by a bunch of niggas.
They just don't be hearing me.
You gon start comparing me?
Diamond in the rough, suck my dick, you see the clarity?
Later I wont, wont be that same muhfucka as soon as I get on the same muhfucka.
I guess all the concussions ride the brain muhfucka and we don't wanna hear that weak shit, but you love it.
I be high all in public, see sobriety is a struggle.
They pay the bills, hatin see that 9 means a hustle.
I been drinkin I been I been drinkin see the fly in me I'm buzzin. (the weak shit) okay now look at how, I'm riding in my bucket I be coolin.
95 degrees, no AC but I be coolin.
No exaggeration, fucking bitches I be doin.
My pockets hella empty but these bitches steady choosin, okay look at how I'm riding in my bucket.