Текст песни 448 Grams - Tesh

It's 448 grams, it's 448 grams

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 488 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

I grew up on a crack block, cuttin' throat, you'll die for less
We ain't had no dope, you want that? Go to 9th and West
I rap about my city like nobody else
I'm tryna make it with my Blazers, not nobody else
Look, I just want the world so I can give it to my girl
Drinking with my brother Lee, all night till we earl
If you know, you know
I seen fiends take a blast, catch the Holy Ghost
Trapping in my hood before Wendy's, we had that 4 for 4
Grew up around cappers, trappers, and gun clappers
I ain't know no mafia niggas, not no Corleones
I just know some Bloods that was pussy before bumming home
Never one of mine L's up, you know what the fuck we on

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

Lost in my thoughts, tryna get back to me
If it was meant, baby girl, it'll be
I used to bust the work down, me, Negs, and Lee
We was on a mission, just to get a key
And I can feel your vibe, once I shake your hand
Doing what she can, yeah, mama raised a man
If you got the ball, try not to fumble All we got is you, call your number in the huddle
Worried about myself, so I'm doing better
Learned to have balance, business over pleasure
Hardly know your worth, times that by two
Boy, you is talented, don't let them Kanye you

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam

It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam