paroles de chanson Sameolemeek - Knxwledge

The summer nights can even turn cold
In the streets of Philly where niggas don't even get to turn old
My heart pumping till it turn gold
You niggas stuck in neutral, I'm ridin' like, "Fuck it, it's a long road"
Shit I'm the one, I'm like the lost soul
In the middle with heaven and hell
See nigga, only God knows
When your time gon' come

And your eyes roll straight to the back
Now you seeing all black
That mac go lean and that nine go clap
This that murder murder music to rewind you back
Put that Ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat
All over the wall, nigga, all over that raw
It's the same 'ole Meek, still the same OG
Got that crack music, listen, let your brain OD

I'll be playing low key
Me and one of my niggas
Riding through the city, plotting on some of the niggas
That be thinking they gon' get me
I'ma run to you niggas
And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas
G'yeah, monster
Sitting like a mobster

Revolver on my lap
Barrel full of Black Talons
I lick it at your squadron
Roll up, like, "Hold up"
Start spitting while I'm driving
Peel off then roll up, you niggas better slow up
Before you bang the fuck out
I aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the fuck out

All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt, ma' screaming, "Get the fuck out!"
North where I was raised at, South Philly I played that
Wherever I'm around I hold it down like a wave cap
Yeah, my niggas stay strapped
Blaze and I'ma blaze back
All over that yolk and get your motherfucking egg cracked
North side a Berks Streeta, Southside a Eight Balla

Posted by the green gate, cops come, we scrape on 'em
Niggas dropping tapes on 'em
Trying to get us locked down
Snitchin' to the district
That's enough to get ya chopped down
That nine perebellum, fuck around and get a nigga momma cerebellum
They ain't riding, man they tellin'
I be sliding with a seven, all titanium

Big boy sound, jump around when I'm flaming him
Me I play my role, getting hoes like I'm Chamberlin
Same one you kissed, same one that give me cranium!
Every time I touch a gun, all I hear is, "Damien"
Tryna pipe me up to rock a nigga like-

Start that beat over, playa