17. The Rangers ft. HardHead - Understand Me [Golden] | Текст песни

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• 17. The Rangers ft. HardHead
• Understand Me [Golden]

Let's get to the competition, I see none in my vision
We can go head up, my nigga no fucks given
End up with a concussion, wake up, remember nothing
But them booth fast lyrics, talking bout how much you stuntin
You fronting, end of discussion
Look, y'all ain't on my page,
My old shit is still sick with it,
I ain't talking bout plague
Road race to the riches, don't switching my lane
Fuck, yeah I'm tryina get paid
To get this money find different ways
Base knockin my speakers, trunk havin a seizure
You can tell I'm bout that work now
Cause now I'm schoolin my teachers
Haters wanna walk in my sneakers
It's too bad they can't run shit
You can give it up for the new year
So they still hating, they done shit

Y'all don't understand me, it's going down like confetti
Sleepin on this get your teddy, little nigga you ain't ready
Pause, so I kick back and tie my collar
And wait for that avocado
Like I'm racking out tomorrow
Yeah, bout my collar, feel like I wont the lotto
Just thinking bout all this money
That's gonna be coming in auto
Matic, no impala, boy sit down dadda
Balling get into dollars, niggas fin to be outta here
Y'all don't understand me, y'all don't understand me
Y'all don't understand me, y'all don't understand me
Got it, I'm a phantom, got it, watch me handle
Got it, I'm going hammer

Get it, a young nigga gotta get it
Gotta do this shit for my mother
Gotta do this shit for my city
I started from the bottom, I ain't start up at the top
Used to fuck shit down in the feelings
Then I was back to the plot
It's on no gangbang and type shit
Bust prolly busting up in your bitch
Never in the trap, but I got that crack
That type of shit to make in that itch
Think I got bitches now, wait until the future
Right now it's money over bitches, mob gotta get this mula
Gotta get this paper, motherfucker hater
Might as well give me up to my dreams
That's the only thing that I'm chasing
I'm gunnin for the top
I'm on the track and I'm racing
Got a murder sentence I gotta face it
Killing off weak niggas they all basic
Like the chick that I mess with,
Heavenly flow is what I'm blessed with
And the holy ghost what I'm possessed with
Mess with the click, you get dead quick
Y'all don't understand, I'm from the peter fucking man
Not even tryina be cocky, couldn't do this without my fans
I got a bitch named sucky, when she suck me it's the bitch
Chasing dreams, same ones I had when I was a kid, whoa
same ones I had when I was a kid, whoa

Y'all don't understand me, y'all don't understand me
Y'all don't understand me, y'all don't understand me
Got it, I'm a phantom, got it, watch me handle
Got it, I'm going hammer

I'm just tryina stack a mill bitch and get it poppin
And buy my whole fucking city up, magic johnson
No sleep back, game with no other option
And I'm with the rangers, now they tryina 2pac
I'm fresh off of that tour, rock some shit you can't afford
With a bitch bad and them rue canals
Droppin it right down to the floor
Lame nigga I understand why you mad and you hate
Cause we out here we making moves
And y'all the ones that ain't
See I bleed through these bars
Dig my dick off in these hoes
Got a pocket full of green and my neck full of gold
Fam good like lasagna, no need for your stress
Disrespect and shots fly from everywhere like the ret
I chase a dollar bill before I chase patron
And it's mob in case you hoes ain't know
Puttin on for my city, it's 100's, 50's, 20's
And the spot's right here, you wanna come and give me

Yeah, bout my collar, feel like I wont the lotto
Just thinking bout all this money
That'

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