Текст песни 3Nine America - Tesh

One-take shit, look
Jordan Block, 3-Nine shit, look

We sold dope by the bundle, only sell it by the movie now
Moving slow motion, was a Hot Boy as a juvenile
All you do is follow trends, how the fuck do you have style
We was in the trenches, cheffing up like it was Mr. Chow's
We selling cookie like a bake sale
Once upon a time, touched a bird, hood fairy tale
Bagging up with a eye, never even need a scale
Know the hustlers feeling every word like my verse was Braille
I told Hilton, fuck the Four Seasons
We get it popping with a bottle and like four treeshes
The more you make, the more they hate and that's plain to see
Mo' money, Mo' murder, word to AZ
Sit back, relax, catch a contact
Sip some Cognac and let's all stack some money, nigga
If I tell you that I love you, then I mean it, you my brother, nigga
It's always us, never them, fuck them other niggas
I try to keep it real when everything is fake
I try to show them love and all they do is hate
Before I had a job, OT was the interstate
Came a long way from chopping grams on mama's dinner plates
I'm getting older now, heart a little colder now
Lee, that's my favorite line, glad you ever wrote it down
You my brother, if you need me, I'ma hold it down
Pressure bust pipes, this for life, ain't no folding now
I'm getting older now, heart a little colder now
Lee, that's my favorite line, glad you ever wrote it down
You my brother, if you need me, I'ma hold it down
Pressure bust pipes, this for life, ain't no folding now

Jordan Block shit
3-Nine America