paroles de chanson Breaking Bad - teeway

(Sebzbeats, baby)

Got one but he turned his back, he's mad, that's A&E to the block
Big man, you ain't even made ten bags
You fag, don't check the five, get a job
He G'd it right up in the spot now I feel cheated, no Chyna and Rob
Free Six Z, febreeze in my box cah guess what, I made my Lyca pop
Check this, I hit the trap, got lost,
I'm lost, Mum said better make it back (Where you going?)
I don't know nothin' 'bout retail working
Serving, I put weight in the flats
Knee deep in with Razor and Sav
Free trap, that's not one ace in the wrap
I used to shit all over my doorsteps
Sold raw ten to my neighbour's dad
Junkiеs foul, never favoured a man, I madе it bang, the hater's back
Dust brown like I sprayed it tan, my Walter White is Breaking Bad
Fuck that judge and the prosecution
They gave my brother life in a flash
He said "Keep your eyes on the pack,
Cah man got pure red eyes in the camp"
Mum ain't rich, but the life I live,
I'm a stupid cunt, real rap, no cap
Skid right past but they're rolling back
Two tons, blast, revolver slap
I was younger when I needed Dad
Brand new number just for weed and smack
Thirties up, I got dirty luck
And thirties up, I ain't beating that

Fly them whole, I ain't serving fix
But a 126, not two, that's six
Took six free of a ganga farmer
Karma, I could've conned a brick
Put big red on my bloody step
Done a bloody step, got stuck in the nick
Shout MZ, I suffered with him
With a rack and pack and dozens of cling
I'm into lines like colouring in
Them man got chat and they got no waps
Take this pack and run with the wind
It's something to die, it's nothing to live
Stuck in the grind like brucking a bitch
'015, on my loud in cling
I used to link Gav by the council bin
I nearly got nicked on the Northern train
With enormous weight, I was more than pissed (I'm blessed)

But fuck all of that, that's mad
Big bro said they text [?] but I couldn't give a fuck how you trap
Knee deep in, I'm stuck in this pack
I wish it weren't this, they love how I rap (It's love)
This big teeth go fill in the 450, that's lower Sydenham and back
Wanna beamer but the price is peak so I cop this rotty for 550
And you ain't ever ride for yourself
So tell me, how you gonna ride for me?
I told bro you ain't never want this skeng
Covered in white, no lychee seed
The cats got bagged in Hayward's Heath, one IC5 and a IC3 (No cap)
True say, I'm in a 5-0 with 5-O
Live-o, we trap goody, all bless
This big weight in the ride, no rhino
Try no, one off tap, that's a death
Focus, indicate to the left
I rev the ride, I possess with intent
Do up the Wray, no way, no way
But I'll still juice him up for my friend
Then we done the action, Steven Spielberg
We hit he movie, live-o
I suck the weight, no lypo, why though?
I couldn't raise a 5-0 (Fuck it)
What we done in the 5-0, double tap like a typo (Baow, baow)
Don't lose yourself for the crutch, little nigga
Man lose it all for a high toe

Fly them whole, I ain't serving fix
But a 126, not two, that's six
Took six free of a ganga farmer
Karma, I could've conned a brick
Put big red on my bloody step
Done a bloody step, got stuck in the nick
Shout MZ, I suffered with him
With a rack and pack and dozens of cling
I'm into lines like colouring in
Them man got chat and they got no waps
Take this pack and run with the wind
It's something to die, it's nothing to live
Stuck in the grind like brucking a bitch
'015, on my loud in cling
I used to link Gav by the council bin
I nearly got nicked on the Northern train
With enormous weight, I was more than pissed (I was more than pissed)