Текст песни Royce Da 5'9'' feat. Westside Gunn - Overcomer
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Ayo Ayo All we did was slang dope (all we did was slang dope) Mini TEC, that's my main hoe (grrr) Fishscales pictures, wish you well Heard you got 30 up the North it's aight, mean he ain't need no scale Ruger shells at Bloomingdales (doo-doo-doo-doo) Word on the streets he had two for sale Pistol in your mouth like a root canal Aston with the missing roof, pissin' Vueve (vroom) Put ten on your head, I bet they get you soon Courtside, Zion got 30, Bron got 50 (ah) I better cook a brick in a jiffy (whip) All we did was slang dope (all we did was slang dope) Baby TEC, that's bae bro (grrrr) Came home scramblin', all you heard was ambulance Somebody got hit on the corner, doin' hand to hands 12-12's out the minivan, it had the ceiling fan Dashboard had the chandelier Sold grams for years, baggin' up, tasting tears Hit 'em up close, you gotta face the fears (doo-doo-doo-doo) Where I'm from, drivebys is overrated (overrated) If you got five bodies then you famous (then you famous) Get a hammer for the brick, we gotta break it (gotta break it) Shit broke the blender, nigga (grrr) All we did was slang dope All we did was slang dope All we did was slang dope (doo-doo-doo) All we did was slang dope All we did was slang dope All we did was slang dope Griselda I need your sweet love Darling, can't you see? I need your sweet love Darling, can't you see? Oh-oh Woo, I love you All I wanted Boo-boo-boo-boom In search of right like the birth of Christ Breakin' every generational curse in life Perverse concise make sure the verse is right Return who adverse to the Earth Make sure that my hearse is white And the contract Jewish, to match a grind that's foolish A Quran that's Buddhist Rappin' so Mike Caren and Denaun stack moolah As I sign on the dotted line with the passion of a blind tattooist In reaction to slithers from lizards mouth Yelawolf this is your first and your last pass I ain't gon' put it on blast, your punk ass know what this about You think it's 'bout being loud or tryna be hostile 'Til you get found face down on the ground outside of Kid Rock house Though you a vulture pundit, I hope you get sober from this Men lie, women lie, so do numbers The energy never lies when you a over comer The energy never dies when you a over comer I don't rhyme for the likes, I'm who the jealous target I'm underground for life this shit is a cellar's market The rich get richer, the po' get mo' greedy We need Clarance A. to get what's owed in these board meetings Rappers catch Ls after just squeezing 'em four Feezys Crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of Morris Levy But I was dubbed the greatest by the gossip I'm King Tut to haters from this Spyder cockpit It's Jacob Custom makes me fire watches Inspired by Cool J drivin' Saabs With Cut Creator right beside him drivin' Mazdas I was labeled "drug-related" by the coppers A government that through the republic Has been subjugated by the mobsters Martin got shot on the Lorraine balcony, became alchemy Was spit on at the hospital when suffocated by the doctors Michael was sniped at six at night, precisely by a laser Mac Miller died pleadin' for his life, reciting God's prayer Immaculately conceived, the product of Nas' labor Ain't shit like me, I'm Chris Lighty, I'm Violator Dedicated to the edification of sellin' blackness I feel like Dame yellin' at Kevin Liles over leather jackets Prince when he told Nas "Own your masters or your ass out" Best rapper between Cardi and Meg the Stallion is Kash Doll Over comer It's Detroit, energy I'm on forever Shout out to every body who made it (over comer) And remember, God doesn't call the qualified He qualifies the called, that's Christine Caine Over comer The energy never dies (over comer) Energy never lies (over comer) Men die, women lie, so do numbers Oh yeah The station that keeps you in the groove I'm your man, Ced Tropez It is that kind of weekend Keepin' it cool laughin' with friends, family |
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