Текст песни 15 Summers - KnowMads

15 Summers

I use to pick it from my brother
Mix it up make that butter
Bagging up 1600
Drop it off they goin love it
I been hustling fifteen summers
Still I'm undiscovered
I don't trust your judgement
I know they gone make assumptions

I ain't out here at the function
Ain't got time for what dumb shit
Why you never see me in public
Only close friends I get drunk with
I don't bank on none of you randos
Spaz on anyone I ain't come up wit
Bitch I love all of my cousins
Wanted to thank um for my gumption
Mamma said son you too Rambunctious
I said I know im gone change
But that cocaine still gone need cutting
Dollar signs still on my brain
I know the game better than most
All these lames ain't coming close
Raise my glass and make a toast
The father son and Holy Ghost
I don't know what homie told the PO
But I ain't hanging round to know
I close up shop shut down the sto
Told my connect don't need no mo
Don't give a fuck if my pockets low
I'll find other ways to clock in dough
Instead of shotguns lock n load
Cuz It don't stop till you lost control
About that life since ten years old
Front me those I'll get them sold
Acting tough I read yo bluff
Cuz when they pressed I bet they fold
Hours I spent in the cold
Some got locked and when they told
I know god done called um back
No holding grudges bless they soul
Some that's never coming home
Or on the run, a wanted man
Tryna put one in his dome
So Keep that gun son of Sam
Shoe box full of rubber bands
Weighing out a couple grams
Thought that role come in hand
But Still too young to understand

So I Pick it up from my brother
Mix it up make that butter
Bagging up 1600
Drop it off they goin love it
I been hustling fifteen summers
Still I'm undiscovered
I don't trust your judgement
I know they gone make assumptions, yeah

No I dont wanna be dead broke
These rappers all be medio
Aint none of yall can see me no
And they aint give me nothing kid its all on me
How long they gone wait before they call on me
Problems stacking up that shit gone fall on me
Im colder than the winter baby yall gone see
Hustling 15 summers and its all on me

Yeah way before cocaine and addys
MDMA and xannies
Picked up packs of tree from big bro
Tryna keep it in the family
But them dollars ain't enough
When them bills keep stacking up
Sell a little bit of everything
That way I know I have what you want
Running low, keep it stocked
38, keep it cocked
Sleeping with one eye open
Hoping that I don't see the ops
Always keep my freezer locked
Few G's in that pizza box
My bitch shake it
And bring me back that cash
With no reason to stop
Still Every night I toss'n turn
Tryna free me from these thoughts
When them lyrics on a beat
Was still the only dream I got
Trips to Cali back and fourth
I got drive just need a shot
Only banking on raw talent
Cuz I know my sixteens is hot
But when you stuck there at the bottom
And It get hard to See the top
Like Maybe music ain't for you
If what it do don't feed the block
When all them fiends just keep on calling
All you needs a Key to chop
And I know this game gone stay dirty
Weather I be clean or not

And so I pick it from my brother
Mix it up make that butter
Bagging up 1600
Drop it off they goin love it
I been hustling fifteen summers
Still I'm undiscovered
I don't trust your judgement
I know they gone make assumptions

No I dont wanna be dead broke
These rappers all be medio
Aint none of yall can see me no
And they aint give me nothing kid its all on me
How long they gone wait before they call on me
Problems stacking up that shit gone fall on me
Im colder than the winter baby yall gone see
Hustling 15 summers and its all on me