paroles de chanson Serve - Symba

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My Uncle Ronnie was so mod that he be trappin′ at night
I told him I want in, he said, "No 'cause you might risk your life"
He slayin′ behind a 7/11, that's where them boys shoot days
I hate their alley 'cause in 3rd grade them niggas stole my bike
He said, "I′ma start you out with weed so stay away from the white
And if your Momma find out I′ma whoop your young ass twice"
He told me, "Watch for who you serve, wanna keep them boys out your business
Because them same niggas you servin' with ends up as a witness"

Okay now, that′s what's up
I get the rules, sign me up
First I get the money, then I get the power
Then I get the girls, now I′m muff
If I go to jail, my girl post bail
And I be right back in no time, just like that
Catch a case, I'll have a lawyer fight that
And I′ll be all T tryna find a flow there

I'm tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I'm tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I′m tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I′m tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
Yuh

Sittin' on the hood of this new drop I just bought
Got shit clickin′ in my hood, product 'round the clock
Now these niggas lookin′ at me like they want my life
These the same motherfuckers that stole my bike
Now I'm up 100 grand and I feel like the man
I′m like ten times richer than my first ten bands
And my Momma wanna know where I'm gettin' this K
I told her, "Momma don′t worry ′cause your bills ain't late"

Now I′m up, rich as fuck
Pockets full, matress stuffed
Benz Beamer and a Bentley truck
Two phones, one just for the plug
Two girls just to count it up
Gotta stash house for the cash count
Saw my whole block to a glow up
I'm like go legal in this grasshouse

I′m tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I'm tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I′m tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I'm tryna serve
Nigga what the word?

Drug sales, crack fumes
Liquid heroine in bottles of perfume
I should prolly go to church soon
Or God gon' make me leave Earth soon
I should be washed in water
I served a lady with an infant daughter
I don′t know why I do what I do
Yes I do, I do it for dollars

Drug sales, crack fumes
Liquid heroine in bottles of perfume
I should prolly go to church soon
Or God gon′ make me leave Earth soon
I should be washed in water
I served a lady with an infant daughter
I don't know why I do what I do
Yes I do, I do it for dollars

I′m tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I'm tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I′m tryna serve
Nigga what the word?
I'm tryna serve
Nigga what the word?

Nigga what the word?
Nigga what the word?
Nigga what the word?
Nigga what the word?