paroles de chanson Letter to Pappy - Taysav

Letter to my brother, gotta send that to the afterlife
Never ever thought it would be you who made that sacrifice
I hope Chapo bring out right before they do that extradite
So when that work come in, we can flood them streets with extra white

′Cause you was all white like Mensa
Always got Teezy in a Swisher
Tried to put niggas on who was out here in the
World, but they never ever seen the bigger picture
First thing first, nigga, I miss you
Wish we'll get flee and take a picture
I remember all the nights that you slid
On the opps, I was with you, wait hold on!
Man, Pappy, I miss you
We was on that gang shit everyday
But niggas turned fu, we got find a better way
My O.G. cryin′ heavy on me everyday
I tell her: "Be paitient, we gon' see better days"
Niggas glad that you gone to a better place
They she be mad 'cause you rearranged they homie face
Big bro was trained to go, he never hesitate
They shot a whistle at right at his hips, he gon′ need some tape
I remember he let niggas eat up off his plate
And they always turned out to be jealous snakes
The real gon′ live forever, we expose all of the fake
And you can't name a real nigga that ain′t gon' relate
Ayy, bro, you gone, man, they shit be seemin′ hella fake
Just like a movie, ask if we can get another take
My life a movie, but it never been a double take
Run up on me, Nina take you on a double date
Bro, you got me in the war all alone
With my chrome, smokin' zones to the dome, goin′ strong
Really wish you can just call on the phone, like:
"Bro, what you on? Let them do it for Patron"
I'm like: "Fuck it, we'll get three for the 50"
Stay in the field, Savage Sheen tote glizzies
Stay up in traffic, BuDouble bring the Henney
Call Icky Red, always bring the Henney
I miss my bro, that′s the issue
Get a nigga wet up like some tissues
Since you gone, all these niggas wanna diss Two
Put five in they ass and the ditch, too
Tried to sow a nigga like a stitched tooth
Tryna line a nigga up like a stencil
In the ′hood, you can check my credentials
Always been official like a whistle
You was right about my circle, niggas fake as hell
And what you said to mamma, [?]
I'm a Pappy Gang member to the death for real
Niggas try and say you weak, they must be deaf for real
Long range with that .40, call you Steph for real
And I came from under you, just call me Seth for real
We brothers in this shit, just tell ′em that the world gon' feel
The world gon′ fear 'cause I′m aimin' for nose and ears
That's for the top, ′cause I′m comin' up with chrome and gears
Not masked up, ′caues I'm comin′ for the dome for real
When I get there, I'ma do a opp Vallan for real
Make it real cozy, I′m callin' it home for real
Have a bad bitch come give me dome for real
Smoke two big blunts to the dome for real
And that's for Pap ′cause you know I′m comin' strong for real, nigga

It′s The Fucking Guys in my fuckin' eyes, man
R.I.P. my brother Pappy, niggas know how I′m comin' in this shit, man
I ain′t even gotta say too much and that's real talk

Big bro, shit'll never be the same
Most of my day one niggas really changed
Through the rain, bro, I promise that I stay the same
Just like you taught me, take your pain then make it gain
I just stick to the real like a fuckin′ magnet
Nigga, it′s gon' be this way until I′m in the casket
Put a whole in his ass like a fuckin' basket
This shit official like a whistle, I′ma get it taggin'
Pap, Mose Deuce, Red, and 2 Cups
Then I might pour up, then I smoke me two blunts
And everywhere I go, bitch, I keep me two guns
A nigga run up on me, he gon′ take like three-one
That's Curry, and-one, stare right over the free throw
A nigga try me, Nina get to bussin' like a freak hoe
Ahead of the game, niggas callin′ me "The Cheat Code"
I′ll never tell, real niggas know the G-code
I remember what you taught me at a young age
Real young niggas playin' with a switchblade
Startin′ gettin' payed ride around that sixth grade
Pops tried to shut you down, but you didn′t change
Real nigga from the start, I remember
They done take my brother, now my heart colder than December
Father Lord, please, forgive me 'cause I know that I′m a sinner
But before I make it to you, I just gotta be a winner like my big bro
Niggas know I ain't what's comin′
It ain′t up for a discussion, niggas know that he was drummin'
Hit the Ave real early, niggas know that he was thumbing
Vanis to Midnite, we was smokin′ fast when we come and get 'em
And he wanted me away from this life
Didn′t want me totin' pipes
Didn′t want me earnin' stripes
At the end of the night, I always knew that you was right
But bro, I'ma be alright, I just want you to be tight