paroles de chanson Energy - Rick Ross , Meek Mill

I wanna know how ni**as going to jail
Telling on ni**as, coming back home and it still being cool

Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a ni**a ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
Ni**as still letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man
This s**t getting different out here it's getting spooky

(1)
Now when that s**t went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect, you a fraud
So what that tell me? You a pu**y and a fan
Say the wrong s**t you know the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six s**t
Tell us who the f**k was Quentin running through the six with?
Running through the six with my woes
Counting money you know how it goes
All the real live forever baby
And the fake get exposed
Ni**as writing for you cause you know you never did s**t
When I threw that out, I was trying to catch a big fish
We the type of ni**as to tie your mother up
F**k your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pu**y
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You f**king dork you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the same flow
Switching up your lingo
We just want a refund, this ain't what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another ni**as s**t, but you claim you king though?

(Repeat)

(2)
Money make a fake ass ni**a look real again
Money make a s**ker that told look trill again
Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him
But I'ma show you bi**h ass ni**as we're real again
Heard that other ni**a talking we ain't get back yet
Let's keep it short, ni**a you ain't get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up

Cat, I got to take them off of here, that's right
I got to take them off of here, there's only one
And that's me, you understand?
Fore all that fighting, you understand?
S**ka thinks he good
S**ka thinks he can whoop me
And I know he can't whoop me and I
Hey boy, the ni**a whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you understand
Let me get mines first
Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do

(3)
You know you f**ked up right?
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
Ni**as frauds I told the truth, don't ask me s**t
All this industry fake enemy and rap s**t
It's never really my style we got cash to get
I really started from nothing now it's back to s**t
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bi**h
Hold up, let that b**ch breathe

Yeah this is called popping s**t
There's no cut on it
There's no cut on it
If your feelings get hurt
You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant little
No this is the truth and the truth hurts
Haven't I paid my dues?
Haven't I went through the storm?
Didn't I weather the storm?
Ni**as is gone and I'm here

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You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater ni**a, we ain't forget
Real ni**as back in style this s**t is lit
This that Ja Rule