paroles de chanson Sacrifices - Kent Washington , DNA Picasso

I'm like Bun B, I'm like Pimp C because I'm rapping a lot
No Redneck pick ups, white boys twist up cuz I'm gassing a lot
But fuck that capping, make it happen, y'all been chatting a lot
No tempedic, y'all been sleeping, niggas napping a lot
I'm picking my battles, rattle rages or a snake I'm like Steve Austin
Takin' these trips to California, heard my little brother's in a coffin
Damn
Smoking this marijuana, yes I numb this pain often
Breaking and twisting the bud, I'm feeling the rush, it's like I'm picking cotton
Shopping for self validation
Fuck your morals, fuck your patience
City filled with thugs and racists
No ones safe, I cashed the break in
Turning the page, I mazed amazing
Channeled my truths y'all changed the station
Get back
Flipping, I'm tipping the flow to bring that bitch back
You know I got that shit they askin' about
Try me on God you gon' get slapped in your mouth
Niggas wanna talk that talk til' a nigga like me come check em'
Don't get caught tryna reach like Beckham
All my niggas live we don't mind getting restless
Yeah, yeah
I got the way they sleepin'
I need a bag every weekend
Watch how you speak in the streets and
Niggas get shot over tweeting
Shut the fuck up when I'm eating
2018, my season, yeah
Had to go get in on the road
I done sacrificed it all and I ain't losin' no mo'
I'm like Bun B, I'm like Pimp C because I'm rapping a lot
No Redneck pick ups, white boys twist up cuz I'm gassing a lot
But fuck that capping, make it happen, y'all been chatting a lot
No tempedic, y'all been sleeping,
Emancipation Fredrick Douglas, two years in a bucket, rush it, but fuck it
All my niggas getting rowdy in the function for nothing, like fuck it
Stagga gon' pop she my cousin, break a bitch face like fuck it
Hands up high, no lie, turn up cuz we got this bitch jumpin'
Sold out
Fill yo cup
Pass the weed
I ash my blunt
Bad bitch
Smoked out
Face down
Ass up
Oh shit
Came back
Same track
Fat blunt
Yes Lord
Pass that
Gas that
I might puff
What's the madness, niggas acting OD Randy Savage
Never classic, you're just fucking average
Flow Nowenski beat the beat for Mavericks
Cop a fucking palace, now we living lavish
Gold Alladins and the gas'll feel like fire breathing dragons
Smart like Howard, but I feel the magic
Walk it out I can't lose my balance