Текст песни Rick Fox - Skilla Baby

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Skilla baby

Pain is not bein' able to sleep cuz your people need you
If you don't put food on the table, baby who gon' feed you?
Stomach shrinking, head hurtin'
Thoughts gettin' evil
We don't let no rats come to the block, they might tell the people
All i know is kill spots, trap houses kill opps
Baby i need 10 spots, nope i need 10 blocks
I can show you how to turn the basket to a brick house
Threw my last hunnid in the pot, it turn to 10 thou'
Hoes think i'm rich now, owners give me discounts
Ain't know my mans was plottin' on me but i'm hip now
Yo let me find out, niggas ain't playin' fair
I been tryna calm down, they want me to take it there
Take a nigga hat off his head n put paper there
Call my glock youtube, n make niggas famous, yeah
I'm tryna get rich
I need my money, if you late i need interest

Even if i gotta wear the same 6 fits
Nigga tried to rob me, that's how the lick went
Put the pistol to his mouth and made him kiss clip
I see the grimy in a nigga, that's my sixth sense
Beat a nigga ass, like my pops i ain't never scared
So-and-so-a blow a cop, he ain't never cared
Nigga i'd rather be locked like some fuckin' dreads
Before a nigga pop me cuz i'm unprepared, huh
Me n bro just doing half on bout 10 glocks
We ain't put em in our name, we tryna hit opps
Take all that hair off his head, this the big chop
My old nigga the last nigga to shoot
He like rick fox

He gon save the day
He like 'welcome to the league' this your training day
Ima show you how to hunt, gotta make your plate
Don't look at me, thank god, nigga say your grace
Don't speak on other niggas hustle, that ain't your place
A rat nigga shot Nipsey Hussle, that ain't okay
Stop reachin' in the cookie jar, cuz that ain't your plate
Got 10 on every fuckin' car, nigga stay in your lane
Stay to myself, nobody else understand your pain
Soon as you try to change your life, your mans gon change
My one fiend off weed, dawg, and cocaine
I thank god every day i can stand on stage

Even if i gotta wear the same 6 fits
Nigga tried to rob me, that's how the lick went
Put the pistol to his mouth and made him kiss clip
I see the grimy in a nigga, that's my sixth sense
Beat a nigga ass, like my pops i ain't never scared
So-and-so-a blow a cop, he ain't never cared
Nigga i'd rather be locked like some fuckin' dreads
Before a nigga pop me cuz i'm unprepared, huh
Me n bro just doing half on bout 10 glocks
We ain't put em in our name, we tryna hit opps
Take all that hair off his head, this the big chop
My old nigga the last nigga to shoot
He like rick fox