paroles de chanson The Soul - Smoke DZA , Vado

I smack all y'all niggas
And nigerrettes
Word to Ghost
Uh
Good business I take pride in making great moves
Wear a skully in the summer yet I stay cool
Knew cats that curved the bag so they could stay true
Been hungry so long they starting to hate food
Heat on me bullshit, my weight move
I was on the 'Lo they was on J. Crew
I was on the dank they was on K2
They was moving eighths I had eight full
Pounds of the raw,
hand it off make 3 points or ounce it out and get yours
Give 'em a couple grams over, they gon' feel you
Can't give you all of this game might have to kill you
Barbecue and milldew,
you know you done fucked up right? Where's Bill Duke
Fake nigga no matter how you dress it up it's still you
Make 'em dissapear I'm skillfull
Watch 'em appear, under my filled pool
Can't even trust niggas be out to get you
Don't let your last meal be the hand that fed you
My Mexican homie flip the work good, he used to wrestle
Shit got hot over there he had to refuge
Real hate over fake love any day
Real hate over fake love any day
Every man at your man like every chick ain't your chick
Understand where we stand you can't sit where we sit
We started off hand in hand, then moved to brick after brick
You a fan or you fam young niggas quick to forget
Drug dealers scouting like who got it to send it out
Breaking down the ounces make samples and give it out
Live in the mountains phone service be in out
Bag full of birds the only way we could chicken out
Try to manage your vibe energy
A fake friend could do more damage than five enemies
Barley see me with beef like fried kennedy
But bring your instrument we could have us a live symphony
In a tight alley, weed be like Cali's
Gunplay scenes I squeeze like Mike Lowry
All you see is sticks and signs a light rally
Red track suit, new Swizz beat, white Bally's
Real hate over fake love any day
Real hate over fake love any day