paroles de chanson Self Employed - Lil Keed

Grim, this sh- hard
Grim, this sh- hard as f- (grimlin)
Grim got this shit poppin (yeah)
Slatt (slatt)

Yeah, come through lookin like the money
These chains on my neck
Real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades and
I ain't see these bitches comin' (yeah)
Big drum on a stick, yeah
I'm lookin' like the drumline

Catch us in the yard
You cannot cross this gunline
Yeah you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah I'm self-paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie
I gotta get paid

I ain't worry 'bout gettin' laid
I f- bitches every day
I pour up this codeine every day
I throw them dices
Take a gamble any day
Four, five, six, big six, big trips
I'm gettin' paid

White paint, blue stripes red guts
Star-spangled bangin' it
Stars on my pants and they
'Miri, y'all niggas can't play with me ('miri)
These n- talkin' on Instagram
They really scared of me (they p-)
I would've had Mexico
Chop your head off and bring it back to me

So y'all n-so lucky (you lucky)
Yeah, you know I f- your h-
So I know why you muggin'
Yeah, that throat was super deep and
That p-was bustin' (I'm tellin' you)
Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah
That's my type of hustle (sh-)

Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck
Real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades and
I ain't see these b- comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah
I'm lookin' like the drumline

Catch us in the yard
You cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self-paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie
I gotta get paid

Yeah, my old school got racing tires
It's American muscle (American muscle)
I ran this water by G Diamonds
That's my m- brother
Yeah, Vonte hit my phone
Told me, "Keep on the hustle"
Yeah, long live T-Shyne
He whip that car like no other (long live T-Shyne)

I can't f- with y'all lil' n-
It's just my pride or somethin' (pride or somethin')
If you ever see me in Blaze
Just know I'm packin' a gun
And I ain't lackin' for nothin'
Me and all these strippers
Lockin' eyes 'cause they lookin' for money
I'm a soldier in these streets and

I swear that I'm gunnin'
Ain't gotta act gangster with you
Know I get you a goner
Yeah, these figures, they quadruplin'
I ain't got no diploma
Tell my teacher, "Would you look at that?"
I remember sittin' in the back
Slatt

Yeah, come through lookin' like the money
These chains on my neck
Real water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades and
I ain't see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah
I'm lookin' like the drumline

Catch us in the yard
You cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self-paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie
I gotta get paid