Текст песни Infamous, Pt. 2 - Daniel James

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Funerals back to back we been all through all the trauma
Can't wait to touch a bag pockets full of commas
Keep that nina on my side, you niggas hot like lava
Obtaining all my goals praise to the father
Got some niggas down the road
Got some niggas in the streets
I ain't never chase a broad
I ain't worried bout the beef
When Lil J died, he fell victim to the streets
My nephew seen his poppa get locked up when he was 3

I done came up from the bottom started in the basement
I seen my partner get locked up he fighting murder cases
I went to college and I failed I started losing patience
Gave my heart to the streets I wanted no relation
I had to cut these niggas off I watched them turn they back on me
Never known what it cost, I had demons out distracting me
On the road to be a boss, I had to make shit happen
So I stepped up in the booth and spit some fire like a dragon
Close range line em them up send that buckshot to your head
Started in the basement I had to climb up them stairs
Devil feasting on my insecurities and fears
Had a cup full of drank now its filled up with my tears

Funerals back to back we been all through all the trauma
Can't wait to touch a bag pockets full of commas
Keep that nina on my side, you niggas hot like lava
Obtaining all my goals praise to the father
Got some niggas down the road
Got some niggas in the streets
I ain't never chase a broad
I ain't worried bout the beef
When Lil J died, he fell victim to the streets
My nephew seen his poppa get locked up when he was 3

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah