Текст песни NYCIDDHI - Litto

'Pimpin ain't EAZY
Hoeing ain't EAZY
Call the troops bitch i'm in the field i'm from the SIDDHI
'Pimpin ain't EAZY
Hoeing ain't EAZY
Call the troops bitch i'm in the field i'm from the siddhi

Feed me thots, for my music need a lot
Maybe not, i stopped picking up the phone for all these bops
Everytime that i'm outside i feel im breaking out my shell
I'on overthink the money be the link there's truth in there
I ain't mad im glad it's over
Been 3 years since i been sober
No regrets from front to back i'll do it over
Wrote my wrongs i wrote em over, over again, need more grabba for this spliff
3.5 to feel some mm
3.5 to feel some shit

Beyond repair too much damage
All my life we barely manage
All i know is bad habits
I got souls that come with baggage
What i reap is what i sow
I got shit i can't let go
Blessed with burdens i see ghosts
Migo bitch i'm mexico
Paid my homage every year
Do yo homework then come here
Fight the feeling fight the fear
Dug 2 graves for us my dear
Litto season every year
Sticks & blicks we carry gear
Bitch i feel like Richard Gere
Bless the bitch then disappear
Cmon