paroles de chanson Splitz - Topi Mandela

You ain′t with the shits

I can spot a fake thug from a mile away, yeah
On the block by the auto shop where I stayed, yeah
Grew up with some kids who never had to ask to play, yeah
Alley cats who ain't scared to let the llama spray, yeah
When you from the outs better hope you blend in
Or they might be ending yo life, yeah
Picture Lil′ Topi with a cross on his body
Baggy jeans with a back pocket knife, yeah
Blade, blade, blade
First grade first fade, fade, fade
Had to work to get paid, paid, paid
My friends got it made, made
Ok
Always avoided livin' in a void
Never begged, handouts ain't given in Detroit
Where they exploit the kids
And corrupt police run the streets
Undercover drug fiends
And what they teach in schools don′t amount to shit
But a mound of shit
End up in a dog pit...
And that life ain′t glamorous
They don't show that on the cameras
No, no, no

When it come to my money
You ain′t seeing Splitz
I feel the pressure coming at me
Like a blitz
If you was in my shoes
You would call it quits
I heard about you dogs
You ain't with the shits

Why everybody wanna act hood
Key word act, I guess everybody Hollywood
Highly doubt they would last one day if they could
Thinkin′ they gon' roll backwoods and be livin′ good
Unaware of the scare when you riding on the bus
5-o come up looking for a drug bust...
They let the guns talk, ain't shit to discuss...
Pull the trigger on you if you putting up a fuss, yeah

When it come to my money
You ain't seeing Splitz
I feel the pressure coming at me
Like a blitz
If you was in my shoes
You would call it quits
I heard about you dogs
You ain′t with the shits

I done seen gang fouls, coulda took a charge, yeah
Not a shooter but soon I′ll be shooting up the charts, yeah
Scary niggas reachin'
They won′t really grab a steel, yeah
Pulling special operations
Like a navy seal, yeah
Ain't shit happy living off a happy meal, yeah
Better push dope wrap or get a record deal, yeah
I was gettin A′s, no one cared about grades, yeah
Hiding my report card I got mocked like charades
Look - depravity
Never really got shown hospitality
Elementary school faced reality
Witnessing the cause of my mentality
And the skepticism of my friends
And pessimism even towards the pastor
Impressions pinned upon an independent
That's why I pray always keep a pendant
Dependent on no mortal man
Descendant of Heaven
I′m sending these signals of destiny calling
Pretending you chosen...
Y'all niggas folding, you tumbling
All of my bars lookin' golden, you mumbling
Agh
Boys all bark no bite
Courage the Cowardly Dogs, yeah
I don′t even need a piece
When I hit ya street
Tell ya whole block

When it come to my money
You ain′t seeing Splitz
I feel the pressure coming at me
Like a blitz
If you was in my shoes
You would call it quits
I heard about you dogs
You ain't with the shits