paroles de chanson My Current Dilemma - JustKues

I wanna drop out like pops now
Ride round with the top down
Take your lady to her favorite Spot
Then finesse lil Shortie out her night gown
All y'all need to pipe down
Gold slugs when I bite down
Yeah I'm uptown like right now
Come rush a nigga get a first down
First down cause he layed out
Lotta youngins getting played out
Youngins know that we the wave now
Don't talk down
That's a take down
Play around and Ima make rounds
We gone get to thumpin like the bass sound
She gone Texas (text us)
Like H town
I'm flexing
I'm straight now

Lost respect for a lot of youngins
Swear to god they deserve what's coming
Envy got me sick to my stomach
Ima flush it out like a nigga plumbing
Honestly I ain't ducking nothing
For real for real you can see me coming
When we have a run-in
Y'all just get to running
Or you sitting quiet
Like you wanted nothing

Man
Yeah they not touching the kid
Bread on your head
Might throw in a bid
You shorty deprived
I give her a fix
Im not at the bar
But I stay in the mix
They not with the talk
They stay with the sticks

It's cheese at steak like we eating at ricks
Run up on me you gone see what you get
They shoot out my way and I ain't talking bout flicks

Things change
Gotta watch though
Can't count the money
It's a lot tho
Road to riches dodging pot holes
If it's about a case I do not know
Stop asking questions
We is not confessing
Hope you message
I'm a lethal weapon
If he really checking
It's in my possession

Yeah I'm holding
Left lil shorty man she too controlling
All of them spitting like me that shit stolen
Stay with the wave like A nigga samoan
I ain't talking no ocean
No semi colon
I ain't stopping my flow
Am I way too devoted
This more than a dosage
I got them jumping might put them on posters
I got them biting my flow like some vultures

Yeah man

They biting the kid
They favorite shorty getting pipe by the kid
On her knees like she righteous and shit
She let me hit it like I'm Tyson and shit
Let me pop it like Sierra Mist
They talk down now they dapping my fist
True colors don't seem to exist
Pass his shorty trying to make an assist

Remember days we would camp out for kicks
Now a days I be trying to get rich
Snakes in the garden
Like I play for the knicks
Balling like harden
Suicide if I miss

I ain't touching no lines
Swear this gone be city mine
Real or fake
Y'all undefined
Write my name
In caps
Or leave it underlined