paroles de chanson In S.Y.T (feat. N3wlord & Bookie Allwyld) - +Plus
Said
I
don't
wanna
rock
with
you
roll
with
you
Smoke
with
you
joke
with
you
na
man
I'm
just
trying
to
chill
You
know
it
cost
a
bill
cost
a
check
just
to
keep
things
in
check
Man
na
I'm
trying
to
build
Say
whats
the
deal
I'm
trying
to
make
a
Mil
like
saweetie
Ba
da
ba
ba
ba
I'm
feeling
meaty
Na
I'm
feeling
greedy
Jergens
I'm
rubbing
up
my
hands
like
birdman
Indentured
servant
Making
bread
before
they
slave
me
Slut
me
out
like
amber
rose
but
don't
play
me
Nigga
you
acting
crazy
I
like
my
man
like
I
like
my
sweets
Hard
outside
but
now
he
soft
since
he
met
me
Sour
patch
kid
tell
me
all
the
things
you
did
What
you
learn
what's
the
difference
How
you
live
how
you
feel
What's
the
real
reason
you
don't
want
to
live
Wake
up
in
the
morning
you
got
no
more
to
give
Speak
your
truth
Little
mama
acting
like
she
ain't
never
seen
a
fucking
nigga
around
Nine
times
out
of
ten
shit
I'm
dicking
down
You
kidding
me
now
I
been
a
mac
daddy
since
your
baby
was
doing
the
cat
daddy
Where
the
fuck
is
he
now
You
know
I
flow
with
adrenalin
Hoes
got
bout
10
of
them
Ain
talking
tiger
woods
but
the
tiger
in
my
woods
you
dig
I
stack
money
so
my
daughters
can
live
Never
been
the
type
to
run
in
your
crib
More
like
the
type
to
make
you
run
to
your
crib
Go
get
your
bib
you
little
infant
The
weed
burn
like
incense
The
high
it
was
instant
Shawty
think
she
a
10
but
barely
10
cents
Make
sure
you
drop
my
name
in
them
mentions
You
searching
for
attention
was
sup
Chin
up
chest
out
shit
meant
to
bring
the
best
out
Sleep
deprived
can't
get
rest
now
Know
this
shit
just
a
test
now
Boy
don't
you
crash
out
Think
before
you
just
lash
out
Gota
get
your
mind
right
that
iron
tight
while
on
this
cash
route
Cause
I
can't
trust
no
one
I
tried
but
it
Ain
in
me
Cause
I
done
see
some
friends
share
some
traits
of
an
enemy
But
I
remain
the
same
me
can't
let
nobody
change
me
I'm
tired
of
being
angry
I
go
through
shit
on
a
daily
Ma
Know
she
love
her
baby,
but
I
been
going
crazy
Don't
know
the
risks
we
raking
to
get
up
out
this
basement
To
put
her
in
some
acres
To
take
her
to
Jamaica
To
be
able
to
wake
up
and
know
that
you
on
the
way
up
No
more
having
to
stay
up
cause
you're
tryna
reach
your
quota
This
what
make
you
a
mogul
the
trials
when
shit
get
soulful
Don't
ever
think
it's
easy
I
don't
know
who
done
told
you
Better
get
your
posture
right
my
dog
this
shit
was
meant
to
fold
you
nigga
The
realest
shit
I
heard
was
they
don't
owe
me
shit
Them
L's
make
you
wiser
how
you
think
I
know
this
shit
Home
invasion
did
the
shit
so
smooth
Ain
even
notice
it
You
think
another
nigga
gone
play
round
and
Ain
gone
blow
this
bitch
You
crazy
In
and
out
the
doctor
since
a
jit
I
been
a
patient
Prescribe
these
crazy
drugs
cause
I
was
anxious
had
no
patience
Praying
that
my
health
Ain
in
my
jit
I
pray
for
safety
Still
got
open
stitches
all
I
ate
was
mash
and
gravy
Never
was
the
richest
but
the
shit
was
always
gravy
Made
something
out
of
nothing
but
the
shit
was
never
basic
Been
an
outcast
fuck
whoever
tried
to
play
me
Done
lost
a
lot
a
friends
just
because
they
couldn't
take
it
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