SLEEP STEADY - NIKE (Prod by Multirex) | Текст песни

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• SLEEP STEADY
• NIKE (Prod by Multirex)

Cid Vishiz:

I was thinkin like, I was thinkin like maybe you and I
Could talk about a little, talk about a little birdie sayin names
You can go ahead and let the rumors fly
But my ear’s to the streets via satellite
If I hear a peep- I ain’t playin games
I’m a settle scores like “SWISH, SWISH”
Take the life that they beggin for
I don’t miss bitch “SWISH, SWISH”
But I follow shots like I’m gettin boards
Just to roger that so it’s 10 and 4
Rockin all black in a tinted Ford
Sendin hollow tops to ya hollow top
Get em head to toe until they body drop
Got a Judo flow with some Karate chops
Makin buku bucks off of white tales
Bumpin white girl off a white tail
In the kitchen whippin like a Ninetales
I be flippin, flippin, flippin, flippin in the kitchen
Whippin up another rock of that
See the bottom line? I’m on top of that
Lemme spark a track and it’s a fire sale
Like you can get it, you can get it…
He can get it, she can get it…
We up in it, we the best cuz we the business
Speakers dead cuz we kill the system
And ya tweak ya neck when ya feel the rhythm
I ain’t feelin nothin, I don’t hear you spittin
I don’t see you grindin, you ain’t in discussion
So tell me why the fuck would I even listen?
Homie got me twisted…

Hook:

I’m feelin like Nike
Ya know I do it…

Perry Porter:

Still keep my money in a mattress
Tryna get established
Yo privilege we ain’t have it
So fuck bein civil I’m a savage
I never been embarrassed
By the place I used to practice
From them blacktops til I’m blackballed
Authentic to the fabric
You can see the stitchin
Need to listen, leave with henchmen
Cheat the system, please forgive em…
Tis the season for the heathens,
Don’t believe him, we the reason he ain’t breathin…
I been eatin, I been eatin,
All about me cuz I know that no one cares
We been beefin, we been beefin
Fuck that we shit, boy, you was never there
Like whoa! Kill em, kill em
Whoa, whoa, let it bang
Y’all been poppin all that shit
But you ain’t never talkin names
You been walkin with that clip
But you won’t let it cock and aim
Now y’all jockin on my dick
But you would never be the same like whoa…
Got tunnel vision, my thoughts clouded,
Been about that real shit, never need to talk about it
Cuttin out the middleman
I felt the room gettin too crowded
They don’t want me to win nothin
I put that on my boy Khaled

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