paroles de chanson Fugazi - Junoflo feat. G Yamazawa

Get up out my way
I been on a roll boy you know I′m fired up
You ain't even saying anything that′s real
That's the shit that I'm tired of
You fugazi
You fugazi
You fugazi
You talking crazy
You fugazi
You fugazi
You fugazi
You talking crazy

Put your money where your mouth is
Running repping cities you ain′t really bout shit
Big talker wig poppa all for C notes
Everybody rap and everybody wanna belong
Like they started from the bottom
Fom the city where the 12 is popping
Hitting bodies with they hands up like they had no option
Hit the buddha found my conscience
The studio I′m locked in
Smoke and mirrors, dranking potion only left me nauseous
My generation need an uplifting
What you want and need like do you know the difference
We don't need no conversation and no explanation
Only reparations for the damage done
I′m sick and tired of waiting
Sick and tired of bitching
Handle business like a mogul
I'll break the totem pole and use the wood to fuck the whole world
This my coldest flow and I just know that it′ll get colder
Got both poles looking at my shoulder
All this weight that I gotta hold up
This my coldest flow and I just know that as I get older
Pops' wisdom on my shoulders
All this weight that I gotta hold up
Gambling my life
I don′t trust you handling my rights
Call em up and they handle it by night
GLX gotta rep it for life keep it so live
Everybody can see I don't need no permission to be
One of the greatest come fuck with me
And I'll wreck mayhem or come in peace
Better build statues that look like me
Better pick sides or better hold your peace
Fuck the industry, got em on they knees
And I swear that this is my prophecy
Yo Yungin you get that?

Get up out my way
I been on a roll boy you know I′m fired up
You ain′t even saying anything that's real
That′s the shit that I'm tired of
You fugazi
You fugazi
You fugazi
You talking crazy
You fugazi
You fugazi
You fugazi
You talking crazy

Every time I′m on wax
Y'all know that I′m gon snap
Why the fuck you tryn rap
Chill out witcha lying ass
Anytime I body that a shaky artist outta wack
I'll provide a body bag
Y'all providing wire taps
All performance fees
Money clean when they wire that
I go overseas different seasons where I be at
Still remember c mac and speed traps in Pontiac
That′s 10-4 I roger that
You copy that
You charlie chap
Lotta lip
But y′all ain't saying shit
Y′all know how I'm built
Aw fa real
All of y′all fugazi
Crying over milk
All these jonah hill
Funny acting rappers on the bill
No appeal, no delivery
It's like they on the pill
On the real
I think we might be cut from a different quilt
Driving slow
I′m rolling up while I let her hold the wheel
I don't know
I could be wrong but I must say
I kept it real
Make no mistake I'm one of the muthafuckin′ greatest

Get up out my way
I been on a roll boy you know I′m fired up
You ain't even saying anything that′s real
That's the shit that I′m tired of
You fugazi
You fugazi
You fugazi
You talking crazy
You fugazi
You fugazi
You fugazi
You talking crazy