paroles de chanson G.T.A. - SkipSkool

I should of known
Huh
Snakes in my circle, uh?
Aight tho

Yeah, Ay

Fifteen years in the game, you had time, why you snakin' me now (why)
One week in the cell all it took, and the snakes comin' out
Thought I was booked now they shook, cause I'm makin' it out
What you thought I was dumb? Build a case on me? How?

I came prepared, we been aware, I cannot trust no soul
But I never thought you would turn on me, on the same day that I go
I should've known, money gone change 'em I cannot fold
How could a brother turn into a foe? All of your envy made you cold

Uh, uh

But I won't speak on it, I keep legit, I gotta lay low
5-0 seekin' bricks n' I know,
Somebody told, outside the crib, footprints in the snow
When I'm in the whip we gettin' followed
Checkin my six wherever I go
Can't take a risk I'm tryna get home

Just tryna get home, huh

Hear the tears on the phone, Don't cry for me
Real G's goin' ride for me, baby gal goin slide for me
I ain't never seen no Ivy League
In the 8 I provide the street
I'm the plug that they tryna meet
All the love come tied with heat
And now I got a buzz everybody wanna vibe with me

G.T.A.
Tell me who this CJ?
What he know 'bout G.T.A.
Hittin' licks and I'm movin weight

Fuck the Feds and Fuck the D.A., huh
I might catch a new case, uuuh
I aint tryna leave a trace
Telegram all day

I cannot lose
Straight from the bottom If I got a problem im makin a move
All these hoes on my body came str8 from the lobby I fuckem in two's
And she want the Gucci she rockin' the Prada she askin' for Loubs'
And I ain't no fool, but I'm in the mood, I might just approve

Brick City, dolo no click with me
Broke hoes tryn' get with me
But was no shows 'fore I got busy

All the times we was livin' trife
Hit a lick n' then we outta sight
Dark alley all through the night
With no bally we just shot out the lights

Wholesale, fingers n' up
Product clean I don't do the cut
Serve a fiend, I make him backflip
100k up in the jacket

Money big
Can't fold the pack
Get it how I live
I ain't going back
Turn any crib into a trap
With my brodies where my demons at

Strip clubs n' im bringin the grams in
I Got 'em sellin for me while they dancin'
I flip a brick then it's back to the mansion
All of my businesses expandin'
All of my bitches, that's some baddies
All of my opps they broke that's tragic
All of my Contraband be travelin'
All of my brothers money stackin'

Why lie to me? Why lie to me?
Hear the tears on the phone, Don't cry for me
Real G's goin' ride for me, baby gal goin slide for me
I ain't never seen no Ivy League
In the 8 I provide the street
I'm the plug that they tryna meet
All the love come tied with heat
And now I got a buzz everybody wanna vibe with me

G.T.A.
Tell me who this CJ?
What he know 'bout G.T.A.
Hittin' licks and I'm movin weight

Fuck the Feds and Fuck the D.A., huh
I might catch a new case, uuuh
I aint tryna leave a trace
Telegram all day

I cannot lose
Straight from the bottom If I got a problem im makin a move
All these hoes on my body came str8 from the lobby I fuckem in two's
And she want the Gucci she rockin' the Prada she askin' for Loubs'
And I ain't no fool, but I'm in the mood, I might just approve