southern pain
Beats banging in the back of the whip Remember back when I had ac runnin right down my chin Remember when I saw an og body a kid Looked up to him now he can get popped with the stick In my hood I see unsettling shit I done seen pastors moving pounds and them bricks Either you get dead or down with the shits Slits on my wrist Candy paint on the whip Shit look like water n oil done mixed Dirty dirty south All them kids got dirty mouths Everybody got 30 rounds Boy get down I was told that hatred was frowned upon But how many of my dawgs are gone Spin my hand take off your jaw Dirty crooked cops My rights don’t you tread upon Or I might just have to let my gun off Slangin in the mix How they told me to get rich Pastor told me gays were touchin kids Then he got arrested for fuckin on nem My homie got took with hunnids on him We was this close to makin it out of this shit Ghetto just a nightmare that never ends Good people die over a pack of smokes and a gun While my family telling to vote trump Feel like they in a cult or sum I feel like I’ll never make it out of this shit Want a good job but addicted to holdin my Blick Kid shot up a school around my way in this bitch I think I’m almost done flirtin with death in this bitch Gun to my lips Told satans Angel to give me a kiss Say goodbye to my bitch then my wig get split Blood seepin right down my chin Same color that syrup that i don’t quit
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Beats banging in the back of the whip Remember back when I had ac runnin right down my chin Remember when I saw an og body a kid Looked up to him now he can get popped with the stick In my hood I see unsettling shit I done seen pastors moving pounds and them bricks Either you get dead or down with the shits Slits on my wrist Candy paint on the whip Shit look like water n oil done mixed Dirty dirty south All them kids got dirty mouths Everybody got 30 rounds Boy get down I was told that hatred was frowned upon But how many of my dawgs are gone Spin my hand take off your jaw Dirty crooked cops My rights don’t you tread upon Or I might just have to let my gun off Slangin in the mix How they told me to get rich Pastor told me gays were touchin kids Then he got arrested for fuckin on nem My homie got took with hunnids on him We was this close to makin it out of this shit Ghetto just a nightmare that never ends Good people die over a pack of smokes and a gun While my family telling to vote trump Feel like they in a cult or sum I feel like I’ll never make it out of this shit Want a good job but addicted to holdin my Blick Kid shot up a school around my way in this bitch I think I’m almost done flirtin with death in this bitch Gun to my lips Told satans Angel to give me a kiss Say goodbye to my bitch then my wig get split Blood seepin right down my chin Same color that syrup that i don’t quit
ffff de fin d'année et à bientôt et merci à toi aussi tu