paroles de chanson 40 Acres and a Mule - Smuve

40 Acres and a mule
I'm in a different mood
You can say it's all love
Still I'm not amused
You can't teach me how to walk
If you can't fit the shoes
Ima different type of artist
You can't see these views

Yea
Ville made me
Streets raised me
MLK in the yard
Tryna make it wavy
Left handed
Well mannered
Women love me more and more
As if I'm romantic
Yea

Double life
I got to do it right
These niggas living for these bitches
I'm just living life
They getting high and started slipping
I gotta keep it tight
Just when you think it's all good
They might end ya life

That's why I'm ready for whatever nigga
I gotta daughter to protect
You gon respect it nigga
And anybody in my circle know I'm reppin nigga
I held it down in every town
MBK is different

Always bros over hoes
Either way it goes
Ima put that money over love
You know I rolls
Days in the east
When me and Fred
Used to run thru hoes
Now I'm in the east
I'm tryna shoe my brother all the ropes

Gotta keep this shit a buck wit ya
If I don't Fuck wit ya
Then you know
It stuck wit ya
I'll let you win the battle
If it means I win the war
Nawl I didn't see you
We on a different floors
If I sold it
Then I kept it pure
I can't cut it that shit for the poor
But my days of being poor
Simply are no more
Reparations in the making
That shit well in store
If I ever told you ima make it
Now I mean it more
Validation swear I need it more
Been the coldest in the Ville
But I can freeze it more
Body bags for these rappers
What you rapping for
Mane I just laugh at you niggas
Who You actin for

Shit I'm tryna make it up my Forbes
Cop a Tesla
Fuck another ford
Spend it cause I'm making more
Lately I been getting bored
Passin on some features
I ain't tryna do another chores

Know how I get when I'm my zone
I been ahead of them boys
I used to being alone
I'm used to counting this paper
Accounts different than yours
You rather floss with the paper
I'm tryna open some doors

Like welcome to the mfn jungle nigga
Where everybody that you see was in the trenches with me
Where everybody that you see
Had seen the greatness in me
No this family we don't do the envy

This is fam
Where da luv is plenty
This is fam
Shid we come from pennies
And if it's problem then we move in many
But you don't really want no problems
We give a fuck about a different city
Just being real
We don't do saditty issues

But we come from where they will get you
Don't you think we just country bumpkins
We could make it so official
What you know about a break and enter
What you know about a nigga loud so you gotta get em
Different hoods
Where dem dem bullets might really hit you
And you gotta stay calm cause yo brothers with you
let it spark Cause he leaving with you
Play it smart
You got 12 lookin'
Shoot it like I'm devin booker

Tens toes down
I'm on my own
Had a year of hard times now I'm home
She tryna see why I'm so alarmed
Cause baby I can't afford to have a busta come up on me wit da chrome
I ain't going out alone

I put that on my dead daughter
So nowadays I got to play it smarter
Or dani g gon be a single mama
And family tree gon be another garden
Dying cause it need some water
I know I can make it farther
Yea

Had some time on my hands
Had to recreate
40 acres and a mule
Time to reparate

So much shit I'm tryna do
I got set it str8

From the Ville Part 3
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