paroles de chanson Letter 2 Don 2 - Zeke Pablo

Yea

Turn me up in the headphones

This my letter to Don
I'm the capo I know you proud of ya son
Yea
To the hell with this rap game
I don't wanna be friends with none of these niggas
And I don't want no fame
I just wanna put on for you pops
And represent your name
I just wanna count cheddar and reminisce
As I smoke this flame
Yea
Cause I do it for you
Yea
And I'ma shooter for you

Yeah see I'm a shooter for him
He always taught me "Never move with the wind"
He always taught me "Never move with the trends"
Always taught me how to get the bag
Then do it again
I got a hit at 23
It is what it is
It didn't go
It is what it is
Damn
All my life I had to chase them stacks
Did a song with that white boy
But don't get it twisted nigga this ain't that
Coming from VA ain't no options we had to push them packs
Philadel bred no rocky
But we pushed that crack
Nigga try to rob me yo ass liable to get clapped
Moved out west with the crip niggas
So we never lacked
Yea
Loco young nigga quick to pull a pole about him
I love my mom but she was on that crack
So I never knew about her
We was in the trenches
But my dad was round
So I knew about him
See that's the problem with niggas in the hood
They don't got no father
Emotional ass niggas
Quick to kill you over a mere dollar
Only thing they value is the murder
We gotta get that outta
Our minds
Pop told me to grind
I used to be on skid row
But now I just shine for real!

This my letter to Don
I'm the capo I know you proud of ya son
Yea
To the hell with this rap game
I don't wanna be friends with none of these niggas
And I don't want no fame
I just wanna put on for you pops
And represent your name
I just wanna count cheddar and reminisce
As I smoke this flame
Yea
Cause I do it for you
Yea
And I'ma shooter for you

I'm the capo I know you proud of ya son

This my letter to Don