paroles de chanson Glasses Off - Rich Homie Quan

Remember when a nigga used to be trapped in that basement?
We didn′t even have shit to do
Gotta make sum' happen, trapped in the studio
Talk about how we make it and shit
Ya hear me? Ya hear me? I dunno bout dream come true

(Hook, cut off)
Something fishy been goin′ on with these niggas lately
Can't put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'
All my life I been boney, I′m Slim, but not shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic--

(Interlude)
I tried to let you niggas get yo shine on
But I just had to make a statement
That I would never leave the game
I′m the truth with this shit
Heart of a champion, free Offset!

(Rich Homie Quan)
Something fishy been goin' on with these niggas lately
Can′t put my finger on it, but I know they hatin'
All my life I been boney, I′m Slim, but not shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic, got em guns in the basement
Might duct tape you and leave you in the basement
Hold you for ransom until you fork em over that payment
I got guns in the living room, yeah you play with it
I'm in the street like the pavement
Nigga dead in my basement

(1: Rich Homie Quan)
For real, man, I′m talkin', new money, I'm walkin′
Just got a new fit lookin′ like I need to be laying in the coffin
Yo bitch, she swappin', that ain′t my problem
I'mma duct tape a hoe, make her ass be quiet
Might shoot this bitch cuz that hoe don′t stop hollering
Might pay me, boy, this shit don't makes it
But I gotta make it
Money, I got everything I have, they think I′m crazy
But I'm not, I ain't with them childish games, I ain′t trying to play them
I put that on my iPhone and baby
If you come off in my basement
Cuz you might get duct taped tight
Don′t harass guns if you in this basement
You might get fucked like
Enough say, enough said
I mean she love me, I love head
I mean, I get money
And I can smell --

(Hook)

(2: Offset)
For real, my partner crossed me
I swear to God, he took me in a maze and nigga lost me
This be happening too often
Niggas ain't rapping, they just talking
Shit making me sick, I′m nauseous
Black and gold diamonds, like New Orleans
Wanna be in your place, that smell in your face
No I don't know you, you see me in public
You say we related, you stuck in the hood, while I had to upgrade it
Mansion with acres, straight from the bottom I came from the basement
Young nigga made it, Quan, go crazy

(Hook)