Block Barley feat Guilty Simpson - Michigan Nights | Текст песни

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• Block Barley feat Guilty Simpson
• Michigan Nights

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I smoke california kush alExplainl day I stay high,
I make timeless music so I can't die,
I'll live on through this song I mix bomb,
Ass marijuana in a blunt and take a hit strong,
And cough zoning off I'm in the clouds,
Rockin crowds knowin' mama gotta be proud,
Cause I used to be foul, used to rob for ends meat,
Relieved a motherfucker then buried me 6 feet,
With big heat, that was once a reality,
When I didn't have a salary, but a savage mentality,
Anybody runnin' with us had to be similar,
Gotta be sinister when you guard your perimeter,
Keep ya eyes peeled holdin the 9 steel,
Cause motherfuckers will kill you to get a sidedeal,
And that's how some play, it's a brand new day,
When you're not in the fam' you're in the way, HEY...

[Hook] 2x:
I come from the streets,
Michigan nights I snuggled with heat,
Starvin' artist I hustled for beats,
And when I fell I still got back on my feet

2nd Verse:
One phone call with make 'em cock the ruegers,
Right hand push the pen like prosecutors,
Lock shit down we'll cool your hot manuevers,
Dudes get popped and dropped to rot in sewers,
Ya rat feed, a black seed, black hearted,
Clap artists, murderin' a track pompous,
I'm better than you, I'm obnoxious even in my subconscience,
We throw cash about,
And right jab your mouth when your spazzin' out,
Allow me to shed some light,
I'm like that cat you never liked but was scared to fight,
Broads top rate us, don't debate us,
We holdin' paper and rollin' vegas,
Smokin', headin' to a show in vegas,
And anywhere in between with dough to pay us

[Hook] 2x

3rd Verse:
I'm a riot, you'll have to kill me to keep me quiet,
Smokin' in the hyatt with the blunt on autopilot,
Yes I have the money but I still will never buy it,
Walkin' through the party with a rueger by my privates,
Fly shit, I get wild,
Run up on your crowd none is fuckin' with the style,
And brothers really think they're fuckin' up my hustle how?
In a short time I'mma have a couple hundred thou,
Wow, guilty's on a come up, he gettin' it,
You know a brother killin' it I'm readin with illiterates,
So I have an advantage, I paint such a beautiful canvass,
Some can't understand it,
Look a little closer and notice my pain,
And maybe you can understand the thoughts that's goin' through my brain,
And how I chose the name and reign, and flame the booth,
R.I.P. DILLA and BIG PROOF