paroles de chanson 30,000 ft - NorthSideBenji feat. Dj Charlie B

(Run it up, Beezee)

See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't going home
We came from testing these pistols out on a open road
And now it's looking like ice cream that was dipped in gold
Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes
See, I've been making my way through these streets again
Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on twin
Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions
And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon
On or around me

Wake up, uh
Oh, these niggas need to wake up, mhm
See, I've been trying to get my cake up in the morning
While they yawning 'til the bank account is straight up, mhm-hmm
See, I've been doing most of this shit here just by myself
I could put like twenty of these bitches here on a shelf
I've been going harder than like anybody else
Ain't nobody harder in the west or in the south
I'm trying to tell you I've been rollin' 'round the streets
With all my shooters' paraphernalia
I've been really paper chasing 'round the world like I was mailin'
I've been going through this pain, see, all alone, nobody care
See, conversations on my own, all alone, nobody there
See, I say twin in every song
If you was deaf, you still would hear it
I put twin all on my charm, you get a shirt for their appearance
Bentley Bentayga, I'm chilling on the road to the millions
See, my villain league thirty thousand feet up, boy, I tell you

See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't going home
We came from testing these pistols out on a open road
And now it's looking like ice cream that was dipped in gold
Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes
See, I've been making my way through these streets again
Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on twin
Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions
And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon
On or around me

Gotta keep these Glocks all around me
These opps tryna drown me
These opps tryna drown me
But I heard they don't have enough paper for the bounty
So, at this point, it's only bitches tryna hound me
If niggas try to surround, I'm seeing red
One inside the head
Only thing I'm fearing is Allah and all these feds
Diamonds, Amiri, VVS's up on my neck
I'm in it for cheques
They in it to flex, I tell you

See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't going home
We came from testing these pistols out on a open road
And now it's looking like ice cream that was dipped in gold
Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes
See, I've been making my way through these streets again
Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on twin
Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions
And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon
On or around me

Charlie B
NorthsideBenji