Текст песни Pop Warner Practice - T.Rabb

I can't lose

Put on my Undefeated Nikes and I thought of Rae
Ironed a fresh Pro Club and I thought of Ta
And just the other night
I lost 100 dollar hat, speeding in a convertible I lost my top twice
Shorty married to the mob they threw hibachi rice
At the ceremony
Gucci YSL pheromone me
Or Montblanc shit for players only

I know you see us counting chili I could put you on
Show you that Range Rover leather do smell like cologne
But if you reach you'll miss a step we'll get you missing, gone
It ain't adobe illustrator when weapons get drawn
Had to change the handshakes we dodging the r.i.c.o
You ain't slick sending snaps the police can reach those
I been rapping in a code, need babble for battles
Pass the toast it's like ghost, you'll get killed by a shadow

Pass the toast and if jams, we turn into OJ
You know who got the juice now, the gloves in a suitcase
It's crazy niggas can hate you and still give you dap
And stop saying lyrics don't matter, say you ain't good at rap

I can't
Bought some fish from Mario's and I thought of Capone
Dipped it in the Wingstop ranch I'm back in my zone
You niggas wasn't at the Rec for the dice games
You never had to hit the fence cause the cops came
You never walked the track on Doolittle field
During pop warner practice

I remember it still
Asking moms for dollar but most niggas would steal
A cold can of soda or even a dog off the grill
Kids walking with they weapon concealed
Tension would build, the cheerleaders oblivious was working on drills
When the shots rang out, auntie screamed her kids names out
Looking for her youngest as the crowd all dispersed out
They pushing over toddlers tryna get to they whip

Flipping over tables stepping on chips, Just tryna exist
When we finally got to our car and peeled out
The police showed up with sticks and guns out
Luckily nobody got hit, no family or friends
And that next week, we was out there again, huh

God
I can't, i can't, lose