paroles de chanson Personal - Oswin Benjamin

Hold up
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Nigga don't size me up
Don't like me but it's cool
You ain't gotta like
What I write
For and invite to the trunk of my mind
Back of my thoughts
Back from the crack in the concrete rose grown out of New York
Out of the dark
A Tupac with an Ak47 and word from heaven heaven uh
Urban grammar word to grandma
I talk about hell more than I walk through it
I talk about God more than I talk to him
Talk to em
Preach
400 dollar for belt
200 dollar for denim and all of the women you
Spending your money impressing is walking in 5 dollar leggings
You chasing the dream or you chasing the ass
Investing in pussy? Invest in you craft
I hear what you lack
And that's self
Trying to find you trying to be everyone else
Y'all killing y'all selves
Shit
You cop an old jewel before the pro tools
Produce a load of bullshit, full clips,
And old school whips but you lack the drive
Ya lack of ambition is matched with pride
You're gonna be the cause of your own demise
How it look
When you look in the mirror And see
The same vision when you close your eyes
R.I.P to y'all
I hate to see you fall
Cause y'all died without a purpose, worthless, what's worse is
See that's the worst death of all
My God

Hold up,
Shut the fuck up nigga
You can take this personal
While I sip on this personal
My nigga
Hold up,
Shut the fuck up hoe
I don't hear what you saying
Which one of these bills is you paying
My nigga
Hold on,
Word to momma Ima day what I want
Double dare me
Say that I won't
God got me you could say what you want
My nigga
Hold up,
Shut the fuck up
I got way too much on my mental

Uh,
Let my pants sag Ima say what I want
Stereo broke still play what I want
Don't pray for me dog
See less saint on the alter and more saints in Laurent
Anaheim
Saw more things then a orbacom
Depict more pics then a T3i
And spent more time then Breitling writing in candle light
And that's life my Nigga so
Don't talk to me bout no diploma
Don't mention no valedictorian most
Of my homies live life on that corner
And rather give dick to Victoria's
Smoke marijuana and sip on Coronas
I told the hoes that I'm working
Told the leeches go that way yeah
I got fired then made that fire
Leap of faith you ain't that brave no
Limelight when I'm backstage
Heard your hits then hit back space
You can't be serious nigga nah
I learn from my mistakes yeah
Seen kinfolk turn bitch made
Ey yay yay
C'mon boy why burn the bridge just pay the toll boy
Oh boy
Punch lines and catch phrases catch Frazier
Stay on y'all toes nigga
Young clay, I'm showing you the ropes
Willie Lynch gold chain for you throats woo
R.I.P to y'all
I hate to see you fall
Cause y'all died without a purpose, worthless, what's worse is
See that's the worst death of all
My God

Hold up,
Shut the fuck up nigga
You can take this personal
While I sip on this personal
My nigga
Hold up,
Shut the fuck up hoe
I don't hear what you saying
Which one of these bills is you paying?
My nigga
Hold on,
Word to momma Ima day what I want
Double dare me
Say that I won't
God got me you could say what you want
My nigga
Hold up,
Shut the fuck up
I got way too much on my mental
You ain't been through what I been through my nigga
(End).