paroles de chanson Sick in Hiroshima - Leed

Don't be sending threats if you ain't popping shit
You can't run up on me I got niggas by ya mama crib
Moving drugs is hard the work be moving through some middlemen
So far the system works but it sucks we shook on eight percent, damn
Damn, I make a lot more money than you bro
Remember seeing you do all these shows like woah
Then I dropped Woah everybody said woah
Then I pulled the Glock out everybody said woah

I got lots of problems I disguise it very well
Streets fucked me up my bro was in and out of jail
Had to weigh my problems out I copped a fish scale
I know lots of rappers said this story but for real
You ever had to throw your stash away and start again
You ever had to beg the plug just for another chance
You thought that you could start this shit with all your niggas huh
I promise half them niggas fucked you over in the end
And that's some real shit for your head top
Been finessing niggas since Young Money made ya bed rock
Old ass pistol and it jammed that's a dead Glock
Grew up with them bloods it's a shame I got some red opps
But when we 6 feet under we the same brother
Red dots green beams you know I love Christmas colors
If I took his life I promise he'd a taken mine first
Never been a savage I just can't be in the back of no hearse yet
All this pain inside so why you think I'm popping Percocets
Nah fuck the pills but my pain is in this blunt tho
Blow the smoke and pain away and dive in some cunt though
Always fucking high and high and fucking but I don't know
Kept the color money in investments for a pot of gold
Kept the colored honeys all the white bitches gotta go
Big thug Leed I could never be your little bro
Even if you older you my son bitch I'll never fold

Yeah, straight like that, straight like that
Yeah, yeah
I'm sick as fuck, bro
But you know we come through we kill shit anyway you know slight shit light shit you know
Shout out my nigga Fiji
We getting back on this beat again
Yeah
Slat