paroles de chanson Europe - LIONAIRE

I've been raised by the Streets of Europe Nigga
Momma came from far away no tourist Nigga
Pray to Allah but my Money gain Jewish Nigga
Spend it all, long go before we lose it Nigga
Do we pop off, or fall down
Momma worried she locked us to calm down
Son had still no job for all the costs now
He couldn't pay the condo so we ball down
(Yeah)
He always focused on one vision he said
Fuck the bright lights, bitches and party pictures
Gotta get my momma outta kitchen she gotta live
But shit ain't changed its the skemes be switchen, waves be flippen
(Uh)
Get a part of his canves
To see the different liven he be wipping the mentums
Ride around town feelin like he the Champion
The goal is long way over lets see how far we can come
Whats up boy
(Yeah)
I swear to god im on another level
I swear to mom, my flow is Special
Need me a pencil I write this shit down
Come to youre city and catch me the crown
I could, take a whack beat and make it sound Fresh
I could, take youre whack bitch and make it get rich
I could, take a whack song and make it sound bad
I could, take a Dollar and turn it to a Check
(Ok) youre niggas never been in my Category
Man fuck youre territory
Fourty six, the city we hang out
Cashed out flow, niggas getting hand out
Bankroll on the come up like all of my sound
You need checks like them niggas living in the south
Fuck you mean we can't do that, dont talk from the seat in the back
Fuck that
I can't stand fake Rappers
I can't stand fake bitches
I can't stand you and you
Dont talk just prove you