nada decir Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Everybody want the finer things you ever want to be the biggest dealer in
The game gon' drop that shit they want to hear like
When your phone ring
I got the dope can keep the fame, the city know my name
No, I can't even have you around, you don't touch no pain
Don't touch no, uh-uh, uh-uh, I don't need you niggas in the way
They been around and seen a lot, I'm still a no say
Pop out my face, won't show my hand, I still won't show a thing
Fix me up, I need surgery hurtin' me, work with me, perjury
You know that they come for me, not a word from me
Infirmary, think that I was crazy, never heard such thing
University, I'm on the campus, what a whole thing
Cash in, no time to stay, create yourself, create your own lane
Ain't too much relaxin', you slip up right there, them vultures wait
Next nigga in the ville won't hesitate to make you whole prey
They cannot get to you, see them shots right where your folks stay
I done seen this shit go different ways, the jail or stone grave
Don't hear bout them niggas out the way, and really touchin' pape
My youngins really shoot, they don't got plans to ever leave the state
Crossroads, yeah, I know, know this shit, it don't go both ways
Everybody want to finer thangs
You ever wanna be the biggest dealer in the game
Go drop that shit, they wanna hear, like, when your phone ring
I got the dope to keep the fame, the city know my name
No, I can't even have you around, you don't touch no pain
No touch, no, uh-uh, uh-uh, don't need you niggas in the way
then been around and seen a lot, I'm still a no say
Pop out my face, won't show my head, I still won't show a thing
Used to middleman the bag, get that magnolia from my dad
Cuttin' snakes up out my grass, doin' 100, fuck the dash
The outcast, dark forecast, them rainy days, they all surpass
Now I got my own at last, picked up the game, never looked back
My life is fast, murdered dead hand of the past
Sometime that shit be in the air, don't fuck with niggas, time is nasty
Isolated for this cash, baby wanna sex me bad
And she want the finer things, can't have my heart, I don't do that
Keep tellin' myself I gotta change, no, I ain't goin' back
Used to watch my papa save his change until it the jar pack
Separate myself before the fame, they knew that I was that
Look at my stash, aint mad, can't show them people that you got some cash