LRC歌词

Don’t ask me who I trust
My father died right there on side of the road
His potnas was there with him but his property didn’t make it home
Usually by myself sense too much envy in these niggaz soul

Solid standing on my toes
They done put my heart on froze, yea
Haters got my heart on froze
Diamonds all on top the gold

Rhyming I done broke the mold
Grinding I’m back in that mode
Cock the pistol keep it close
Give a hating nigga toast

Top of the morning bumping Nipsey
If you ain’t got no Hussle about yourself you might resend me

Mama pockets was empty
So yea she wanted me to go to school but, to tell the truth drug was tempting

I’ll tell you how the script went
The same way that Uncle Johnny limp did

*****es stay up on me cause I’m different, twisting
Vintage marijuana getting lifted, gifting

Bags of designer to these women, listen
I know their price is low but I got better smoke

The hella broke in 2024 smoking Reginald
Step up on this pedestal, where lames get exposed

Next thing you know she started coming out her clothes
Staring in my eyes while she selling me her soul

Know she going hard when snot coming out her nose
Trying to do the most, meanwhile I remain composed
You selling $500 bows, what the **** are those?!

Don’t ask me who I trust
My father died right there on side of the road
His potnas was there with him but his property didn’t make it home
Usually by myself sense too much envy in these niggaz soul

Solid standing on my toes
They done put my heart on froze, yea
Haters got my heart on froze
Diamonds all on top the gold

Rhyming I done broke the mold
Grinding I’m back in that mode
Cock the pistol keep it close
Give a hating nigga toast

文本歌词

Don’t ask me who I trustMy father died right there on side of the road His potnas was there with him but his property didn’t make it home Usually by myself sense too much envy in these niggaz soulSolid standing on my toes They done put my heart on froze, yeaHaters got my heart on froze Diamonds all on top the gold Rhyming I done broke the mold Grinding I’m back in that mode Cock the pistol keep it close Give a hating nigga toast Top of the morning bumping NipseyIf you ain’t got no Hussle about yourself you might resend me Mama pockets was emptySo yea she wanted me to go to school but, to tell the truth drug was tempting I’ll tell you how the script wentThe same way that Uncle Johnny limp did *****es stay up on me cause I’m different, twistingVintage marijuana getting lifted, gifting Bags of designer to these women, listen I know their price is low but I got better smokeThe hella broke in 2024 smoking Reginald Step up on this pedestal, where lames get exposed Next thing you know she started coming out her clothes Staring in my eyes while she selling me her soul Know she going hard when snot coming out her noseTrying to do the most, meanwhile I remain composedYou selling $500 bows, what the **** are those?!Don’t ask me who I trustMy father died right there on side of the road His potnas was there with him but his property didn’t make it home Usually by myself sense too much envy in these niggaz soulSolid standing on my toes They done put my heart on froze, yeaHaters got my heart on froze Diamonds all on top the gold Rhyming I done broke the mold Grinding I’m back in that mode Cock the pistol keep it close Give a hating nigga toast

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