Songtext von 9Side Bodmon

Uncle Daystar, I love you and I'll see you soon Yeah I'm doin' a [?], I'm doin' okay And I don't hit the truck at two in the day We hit with the rackets, we hit with the niggas, you know I do few in a day I be bustin' the block with the Starbucks food [?] in the way We talkin' bout 7, 62s in the choppers 'Cause all of my problems got two different case And this shit amazin' When I'm [?] the same shit Drop the you and the M, it's some gang shit Got a deuce in my pocket, I pull out a two I'ma shoot up a few of a bank shit This shit is dangerous I got shooters to pull up a hang shit I got weird bitches on some strang shit Money talkin', you don't speak the language What's a flag? You hot with no calluses Niggas deckin' up the damages All this shit, we go through the challenges All the bitches, I go through this challenges I ain't stabbin' for nothin' I wake up on Saturday mornin' just checkin' the balances I can't do no disguises Just look at my baby boy eyes and I know what the time it is I came on from some broke shit to a bust down When I live, we say Touchdown! Got the AP, face crushed down She was frontin' on me, I'ma crush now Got her runnin' through Walibu tix [?] cars, all the new sneaks Switchin' different bitches, all through the week Talk small when [?], bitch, I be fuckin' on all physiques I got a dream to go to the league If that shit don't work, I'ma go to the trap Servin' em things that go in a plat' That shit don't work, then you know I'ma snap That shit don't work, then you know that I'm back to the back to the black Who them? Where the old ladies sayin' where I could've been? But fuck it, you know that I'm goin' to jet Jackin' and stealin' for niggas, can makin' a killin' It's nowhere to make this shit real, if you ain't been a real one I look at my baby boy Kai and I know I'ma make him a billion I gotta keep goin', I gotta do this shit for all of my brothers, my sisters, my niggas, my mother My [?] keep comin' from out of the floor, said [?] Benjamin has it, man Bitch, I could take you back to the days in me trappin' It was only twenty-six [?], bitch, I was all about 9 to 5 workin', sellin' way the pocket The delis be spinnin' that shit, that [?] Now I was [?] that bitch [?] Now I'm gettin' that rich off the money 'Cause after the storm, this shit gon' be sunny Just tryna be warm, this shit was so muddy This shit was so cold, the days were [?] peanut butter-jelly Now I'm ballin' frank, you can tell me Just to perform, this shit called a milly And pop me up off of the place is cool, my nigga, [?] gettin' views [?] And I'm used to being alone I'm used to niggas sellin' me on [?] I'm used to provin' pussy niggas wrong I'm used to niggas sellin' lies, sellin' their songs I'm back on my savage mode, on the savagery And I'm winnin', they ain't lettin' me I look at 'em, see anger and agony Different diamonds boxin' like Your Majesty Hit the four and it be like a travesty Hit your boy in the whip where the traffic be Put the four with the fifth when I'm switchin' the gear Lookin' back in my mirror, where the crackers be? Hit the button (phew), where the stasher be? Just to find that they gon' had to rig the car Even that'd prolly never fit the bar And I'd give a fuck if it's a realer [?] Lil' Tory