paroles de chanson Hills Story - Vex

Forest Hill the hills that be my hometown
Done it by myself I never got shown round
I just bag my dots and then I roll out
Started off small now I'm getting it in bulk now
Cutting through and we rolling to our own sound
Summer in the hills thats when it goes down
Winter time lips dry I smoke ammi and I zone out
Half the mandem in jail ends is like a ghost town
Feds on my tail and I ain't tryna slow down
Sharpa cut his hair I told him bro let it grow out
Slim looking big all bigger than his bro now
Dange its been a minute and the mandem want you home now
Sharpa been gone six years but the flame still flares
Mash local bullets spread like a nuclear
This ain't wrestling man ain't throwing no steel chairs
Man try get us down but yeah we still here

Jack that pack we some gunners like wilshere
Rolling with that metal like a wheel chair
Mans been broke so mans had to steal theirs
I'm living in it and man are getting killed here
She lost her son in o six all now theres still tears
The racist police don't want me to be here
Feds want me locked up so I can appeal there
They want me to sleep shit and have meals there
Can't go jail for my little girl I need to be here
I needed money so dons were getting run down
Im grinding from the sun up until the sun down
Everyday's repetitive we chasing funds now
And I ain't raving I ain't coming off no come down
Lines banging like a gun sound
Green and white pounded yam grub getting tumped out
Everyday's repetitive we grind until the sun down