paroles de chanson Priceonmyhead - SGauge

City sleepin', I'm heated, been seeing niggas tweetin'
Havoc wreakin', they have to backup the whackest reasons
That they last a season, but it felt like it was just a weekend
I ain't even the type to beef with whoever beefin'
I just keep it pushin'
Cuz niggas know I won't leave 'em breathin'
Whatchu even thinkin' when bringin' me up? Whats the reason?
I done seen the heathens get amped up, and panicked, even
They don't know when's the next time they gon' be eatin'
Niggas got the nerve to tell 'em about some Pateks
All they know is Top Ramen, all our blickies made of plastic
All our fists made of brass
All our hearts made of gold
But we finna cash em in, this broke shit is gettin' old
Been whippin', watch me buss it
No time for discussion
I been down since the jump
Breakin' bread, like its nothin'
I stayed with my niggas
I banged with my niggas
Seen drugs do worse than just change my niggas
Aayye, my nigga, feel like fate my nigga
Judges hate my niggas, shared a plate wit' my nigga
Cops muggin', always trynna put a case on my nigga
When it all come down
If you AIN'T my nigga
Then just say so
That's as real it gets
If you ain't gon' up on my opps
You won't look out for my kids
If issa price on my head, they'd prolly slide you a bid
Shout to every nigga who ever said they wanted me dead
Yo, aye
That's as real it gets
If you ain't gon' up on my opps,
You won't look out for my kids
If issa price on my head, they'd prolly slide you a bid
Shout to every nigga who ever said they wanted me dead
Sometimes I even wonder if they actually did
Got all clicked up, did some cluckin'
Put some gas in they shit
They so passionate, but I know they some clacks and dassit
If I had to grab the strap and do the dash, then I did

You seen yo mans on the ground
And got to runnin', you a bitch
You had a heater in your hoodie, but you didn't do shit
I know you bluffin', but I'm the type to bring it to the table
Same nigga who was running round 6th and Sable
Never been the type to go around spreadin' lies
Never been the type to throw dirt on my guys
Never was the nigga who would run from a fight
I always been down for my niggas, wrong or right

Yo, aye
That's as real it gets
If you ain't gon' up on my opps
You won't look out for my kids
If issa price on my head, they'd prolly slide you a bid
Shout to every nigga who ever said they wanted me dead
Sometimes I even wonder if they actually did
Got all clicked up, did some cluckin'
Put some gas in they shit
They so passionate, but I know they some clacks and dassit
If I had to grab the strap and do the dash, then I did