paroles de chanson Layover - One-2

Came from nothing, yo I made it hustling
Moving weight I stuffed inside a JanSport
Now I'm pushing bags of Louis luggage
Trying to make it rushing thru the airport
Catching flights instead of catching cases
I ain't trying to spend another day in court
Tell the judge that I'm still a thug
And I live it up for the dead homies

OG hit me and gave me the info
And I told him yo, copy that 10-4
Anything that you do in life, make sure you do it right
Or you'll eventually pay for it
If you get a blessings better pay it forward
But if you snitching you get slayed for it
These are basic lessons in the game I'm guessing
That you little gangsters wasn't made for it
Cause they folding up under pressure
Make a call and have one of my young'ns get ya
Run up on you and gun you down in a Tesla
Paramedics be putting him on a stretcher
That's what you get when you drop a dime
To my homies still locked up with 'lotta time
I'm a representation of them, motivated to win
Cause I got it up out the grime
Yeah

Came from nothing, yo I made it hustling
Moving weight I stuffed inside a JanSport
Now I'm pushing bags of Louis luggage
Trying to make it rushing thru the airport
Catching flights instead of catching cases
I ain't trying to spend another day in court
Tell the judge that I'm still a thug
And I live it up for the dead homies

R.I.P. to the homie Deuce
When you see me I'm screaming it thru the roof
Thinking 'bout him built a drive inside me
You see that I'm living proof
Symbolizing somebody who got it up out the mud even thou people thought he would loose
I ended up winning
I'm waking up hitting the block while you sleeping and hitting snooze
I'm getting to it
So fuck what you thought yo I'm on a mission
Cause I owe it to homies still locked in prison
And the ones that are watching us up in heaven
Made a promise that I will continue giving
All that I got til my dying days
Like Sinatra I did this shit my way
As a young'n they taught me that crime pays
Now I feel like Carlito Brigante
Ay

Came from nothing, yo I made it hustling
Moving weight I stuffed inside a JanSport
Now I'm pushing bags of Louis luggage
Trying to make it rushing thru the airport
Catching flights instead of catching cases
I ain't trying to spend another day in court
Tell the judge that I'm still a thug
And I live it up for the dead homies