01. Kutt Calhoun - Self Preservation (feat. Krizz Kaliko) | Текст песни

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• 01. Kutt Calhoun
• Self Preservation (feat. Krizz Kaliko)

(Verse 1)
I'm a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune?
Place all your money on the black and on the red nigga
This ain't a gamble it's a promise I'ma head split it
Y'all been sleeping on me now it's time to shake the bed nigga
Wake up 'em to the way the mid west spit the cold
Theraflu, but I'm not Kanye West this is
Kansas city, you ever left sitting
Now you all can see the heart where the best nigga
Killer city misery don't desire your company
I got it all covered unless you coming to fuck with me
Tech n9ne, Rich and everybody along with me
Dus click nigga I got the town all up under me
Holding up the chief I politic for the street
Black gold leak it's prominent it's at its peak
Dominance for the weak who's eager for me to speed
My people into all star playing to take the lead

(Hook)
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon' eat
Get rich or die trying so I don't sleep
So cold in the streets I'm colder

(Verse 2)
Pac reincarnated, y'all made it
Wait a minute y'all ain't make shit because the lord gave me
Soul in the mouth true deliverer to all waiting
For a new arrival, that consider me a tall favor
Standing in the light I got em all shaking
Why they have to bring this nigga out it's what they all saying
Strange music , knight in shining armor send me off slaying
Every coward nigga in the business with a false aim
Hope you made a living off your corny hoax man
Y'all comedians , 'cause lyrically your whole stayin dumb
This a joke you should know
That the sandman need to put the cane to your throat and do the cheap games
Custer gigs up, I wish you big luck
Hope it was time that was spiting instead of big bucks
I'm old school like atari when I dig dug graves
For you non invited rappers in this business

(Hook)
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon' eat
Get rich or die trying so I don't sleep
So cold in the streets I'm colder

(Verse 3)
I'm a beat eater, your regular street figure
But with that heroine flow I'm in a leaf speaker
I'll leave the streets tweeking addicted with chief fever
The kind that come every now and then like a leaf jigga
Now that we clear y'all can rest in peace here
Something like a goddess eternal like a greek myth
Flowing out in the radio unto them slick ears
I don't have to tell you that it's no longer a secret
The gloves is off and y'all got a weak chain
How many niggers getting jaw for the beating
My defense, you expand
Leave the nigga shitting in his drawers from defeating
Compete with anybody relevant,
If anybody know of anybody you can tell 'em this
Black gold is for keeps and I ain't selling shit
But if they bad enough then come and lick it off of melvin stick

(Hook)
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon' eat
Get rich or die trying so I don't sleep
So cold in the streets I'm colder

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