paroles de chanson 412 SUITS - Merceze

Niggas right or wrong
I was livin dead wrong
Living trippin the minute the tab touch the tongue gone
Going and I won't come back
Lead was hittin niggas in the back of the lung
I won't hold that
All niggas know that I can't form trash
I can't horde ass
Feel my corpse ash
Feel it burnin up
This for my niggas who know they not enough
Feel it burn it up they know they not enough cough

Now it's time to act right
Smoke it by the gas pipe
When I have a bad night
Close my eyes and blast by
Flag right
I done that too
Tell me right or wrong
Another point of view
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew and
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu

Another verse for you
Truth in a song
Another burden through
Nuisance to allah
I be getting through it
I go through with it raw
I'm nothin but a creator
Some say that I'ma god
Show you where the truth is
I been movin blue bricks
Boolin in the new whip
Show em how I do it
Know the truth fits
Now I gotta prove it
Now I gotta loosen
Now I gotta do it
Shit is getting cold for me low as zero degrees
Notice that they notice me
The note is only hope for me
Hopefully
You and me see
Eye to eye
Hopefully you can see
and aren't blind
Number ninety nine with a bitch to the right of this spine
Fast and fighting lies with the switch by my side
I
Ain't ever gon stop
Change for you but everyone else sees a cold heart

Now it's time to act right
Smoke it by the gas pipe
When I have a bad night
Close my eyes and blast by
Flag right
I done that too
Tell me right or wrong
Another point of view
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew and
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu

Sip up for my niggas
The ones that never switch up
Got a crystal and religion with the liquor in my liver
With a trigger to my wrist uh
The kidd is gonna get ya
Growing with killers
I can paint a perfect picture
My Papa fell ill numb I couldn't feel
For year I swear nigga
I couldn't tell if I was real
I was livin with the pills
I call em red and blue
When they said it was true
I ain't know what to do
But I'm back on my bull shit on god I'm dropping bombs and I'm
Booling on my boss shit caught mother fuckin bombs
Point it at my arms bitch
You can't score a fucking scar
I'm so fucking lost
I'm so fucking gone
Got a back bone built for em by the bite of them block boys
And my stacks so trill by the sight of these shots boy
I deploy and destroy every single thing that you enjoy
Thicken up the skin coy fish stinking up my shit drawer

Now it's time to act right
Smoke it by the gas pipe
When I have a bad night
Close my eyes and blast by
Flag right
I done that too
Tell me right or wrong
Another point of view
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew and
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew
Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu

Life
Sometimes
Looks at you funny
When you look back
Crack a smile
Let life know that everything is alright