paroles de chanson Intro Freestyle - $tupid Young

You know what a hasa is, Frank?
That's a pig that don't fly straight
Neither do you, Frank
I stayed loyal to you
I made what I could out of sight, but I never turned you, Frank, never
You
A man ain't got his worth 'til he's a cockroach

A sucka comin' home, it's finna be a celebration
Candle lights and flowers on this block for decoration
Stood on all ten when I was locked, no hesitation
These scary rappers catch a case and ask for separation
Somebody tell these pussy ass boys don't play with me
We catch him lackin', Swiss cheese that nigga, AMG
Fingers that I threw in pics reppin' ABZ
Don't believe your words 'cause niggas cap for who they claim to be
Niggas get too greedy on their dawg, that's why they can't last
I regret showin' too much love for your lame ass
Ain't talkin' 'bout no waffles, bet these hollows make him break fast
I was like thirteen, runnin' from the gang task
I just got a call from Hell Gang Mozzy for a couple sticks
Las Vegas, posted in the lobby with a couple Crips
Been 50K, hit my boy Mozzy for a couple pics
Rap don't work, shit, I'll probably flip a couple bricks
Or I'll hit another lick, point is I ain't goin' broke
Please don't underestimate me, I swear y'all don't know a loc
Tryna go against my gang, nigga, is you smokin' dope?
I heard all my opps is on drugs, I hope they overdose
FN bullets match my bandana, color coordinate
Touched an M when I came home, but nigga, I got more to make
My youngin just scored today, hop up off the porch and spray
Stackin' up 'cause if I go, make sure
My son and daughter straight, ayy
This shit get way deeper than hip-hop
On the road to riches, ain't got no time for no pit stops
Hit up Jimmy boy and spent a car up on my wrist watch
French prince of my city, touch my chain, you gettin' Chris rocked
You the type of nigga take the hoes to the trap spot
I'm the type of nigga that they think just hit the jackpot
I dare him to backtalk, I'm gon' let that strap pop
Mac on me everywhere I go, but this no laptop
Ah shit, there go that man again
Designer on my body, lookin' like a Neiman's mannequin
He don't die, shoot him in his knee, bet he won't stand again
Military weapons, got connections with the Taliban
Niggas see us come around, then they get to panickin'
Grease up on that pistol, told my shooter it won't jam again
We don't ever dodge beef, you know we gon' challenge him
I was broke, they took me as a joke, bet they won't laugh again