paroles de chanson Solid Snake 1993 - LEWIS IS DEAD

Pardon me as i acclimate to my new depression
Labels won't me sign me
I might as well sign to Smith & Wesson
Never been the type to hold my tongue or to start dipping questions
Never been the type to disrespect you and yet I disrespect you
I assume this shit'll get under 10,000 plays
I assume this goes against law of attraction ways
I assume these niggas continue riding their waves
Instead of mastering their WAVs cuz people think it sounds ok
I texted Beamon and told him I love him
Not just for being my brother but being the only rap nigga that ever gave me something
Even our beef we had was healthy as fuck
Niggas send features for open verses to slip in a sub
Niggas really wanna see me slit in the tub
Condolences
Then tell everybody they knew me
To get their listeners up
The dark side of raising wolves from a cub
Everyone wants be Alpha
And one day you just turn into the hunt
Somebody said with my talent they'd have a Lamborghini by now
My talent came from sadness
Niggas can't even see me right now
I'm all alone in this four cornered room staring at candles
Gripping on handles
Crying
Cuz I don't know what I can do
I spoke Ill but I'll still send a text on your birthday
Remembered that shit was on Thursday
I wasn't that mad in the first place
But I can't take back I was hurt
They said I was reaching for drama
Maybe I'm reaching for common ground to complete the dishonor
Still gasoline in a sauna
And I still refuse to disown her
Haven't heard from her but her brother doesn't think that I wronged her
Maybe the fire is just sarcastic to keep me at bay
Maybe these people I put my sights on just wan get away
I don't know the ins and outs
It's due cuz I'm socially challenged
My insecurities rule me
Everyone thinks that I'm balanced
These kinds of things are the reasons
I don't blame them for my weakness
I need some type of relief before I succumb to these demons
Man
2 pac
3 pac
That's twice as much pac spirit than ever before
These rappers have no soul and ain't got nothing in store
They just doing this for emojis and to look at awards
Everyday I see another record they break
And could count off Instagram all the bread that they make
Shit I know if I die broke then I'm a fucking disgrace
I might have to put some sugar in an intake or diss Drake
Man something gotta give
Or maybe I should just take
Solid as my dick meat there ain't no eating this snake
Silencer the crib
Passive aggressive only because I get massive aggressive
When I get that check I'll be splashed in expenses
Yeah
Another episode in the no flex zone
And still keep blacks on em like this motherfucking fabric gon be paint on my skin
Darko in October ain't no plan but to win
Fin
Jersey