T.K. Ft Cell Chireau - Souljah | Текст песни

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Cell Chireau:
Remember some nights was cold/
Some nights no lights, some nights with no stove/
Wishing that I could help but too young, no control/
Tryna imagine the pain, tried envisioning change/
But everything stayed the same, wasn't cold my soul froze/
Learned as a youngin don't speak what you don't know/
Taught as a youngin don't fuck with no 5-0/
Taught as a youngin you kill it, keep your mind on a Milly/
Kept a Dutch or a philly, whooo/
Since a youngin lotta ganja I smoke/
So high, eyes red eyes so low/

T.K.:
Trust one fear none lost respect for you a few/
(sipping drank with my bros)
You better lock that door behind you step in the room/
(keep an eye on your foes, cuz this the life no one chose)
Been paranoid lately, I feel somebody watching/
Maybe it's just my past, everywhere I go it follows/
A lot of shots in my direction, they ain't worth responding/
Oh yeah they tell me pay attention it ain't worth the dollars/
Kinda like college wasn't worth the knowledge/
Rather obtain it on my own by just observing all this thing that they call earth, it's awesome/
Na it's kinda trippy I know/
I just been doing my thing, they just been wishing I don't/
Instead of getting they own, yeah they just wasting they time/
And I don't need a perfect 10, give me an 8 or a 9, and l'll be fine/
I'm just sitting back rolling up that potent stuff to ease my mind/
Hoping they gon see me fall, homie that's gon take some time/
All I hear is time is money, fuck I look like wasting mine?/
Just because your pockets straight don't mean that hoe gon stay in line/
You ain't with me then stay behind, mastermind man I have to shine/
Fuck class, the only test I'm tryna pass is time/
Fuck being broke man id rather die tryna get rich/
But when your music is immortal, it's like time don't exist/

Cell Chireau:
Tell me to watch my back, got me looking over my shoulder/
Feel like somebody's watching me, maybe cuz all of this doja/
Ima ride ima ride ima ride, cuz ima mafuckin souljah/
I stay fly, getting high, riding by, so just don't get ran over/

T.K.
This that window down when you ride music, make a hater commit suicide to it/
Twist it up and get high to it, live and you learn or you die stupid/
But they say that ignorance is bliss/
Now wonder why I'm stressed, life makes too much sense/
The money won't change me, it'll rearrange me/
In the white range, white sands, blue water where
the planes be/
Bad bitch hop out hair long nails done with a brand new bag and a Hanes tee/
With an ass so fat that you gotta be blind if you can't see/
But you really can't blame me, I just play the game that's how the game be/
Man they talking bout it's money over these bitches/
But spend all the money they get stunting for all of these bitches/
I don't get it, thought they knew better, guess not, fuck it man they don't listen/
Ima need a 100 grams of that venom/
ima need a 100 grand in my denim/
Man it's like underhand when they pitching/
Knock it out the park, I roll up like an ounce of that purp/
Ain't it ironic I get high to come back down to earth/
And the time is now and it's now or never/
Realized I ain't gon be around forever/
So I need the throne like right now but when I do go, you can bury me and the crown together.

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