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Дата выпуска: 10.12.2012
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Лейбл звукозаписи: Livewire, Town Thizzness
Язык песни: Английский
Self Destruction |
In this life I lead and these times of hustlin\nDope game got me on the verge of self destruction\nSmoking hella weed, niggas sippin on that robotussin\nIf you ain’t gettin money nigga, you ain’t doin nothin\nIn this life I lead and these times of hustlin\nDope game got me on the verge of self destruction\nSmoking hella weed, niggas sippin on that robotussin\nIf you ain’t gettin money nigga, you ain’t doin nothin\nBrand new banga, come with the rubber grip\nKeep one in the chamber for niggas with them rubber lips\nPistol grip pump on my lap at all times\nSee a nigga shine, I emerged from the crack smoke\nMomma was a fiend, taught a nigga how to whip the coke\nHustle nigga, go for broke, I get it right from Mexico\nAll about my pesos, stack it like a Lego\nShooters on my team, they gon move when I say so\nSo what you expect from a nigga? I’m from the west coast\nWhere niggas get it and pushers stay wit them ralos\nDippin in Las Vegas, I’m at the Monte Carlo\nPills go for 20, I’m gettin it like I’m supposed to\nBanga on my hip, give me something to hold on to\nNigga I came from the slums of the town\nWhere they draw down with them drum\nTell you don’t make a sound\n40 it finna pound, I’m moving hand to hand now\nIn this life I lead and these times of hustlin\nDope game got me on the verge of self destruction\nSmoking hella weed, niggas sippin on that robotussin\nIf you ain’t gettin money nigga, you ain’t doin nothin\nIn this life I lead and these times of hustlin\nDope game got me on the verge of self destruction\nSmoking hella weed, niggas sippin on that robotussin\nIf you ain’t gettin money nigga, you ain’t doin nothin\nI’m from the land of crack babies and smoked out fiends\nWhere them niggas walk around with they bundle in they jeans\nShoppin to make Gs, they got mouths to feed\nI’m taking shots of this liquor while I’m smoking this weed\nStuck on the corner with rocks cuz the hood chose me\nNothin but narcotic pushers in my family tree\nFuck another nigga, I agree to disagree\nI’ll push it in Tennessee, they lovin this ecstacy\nI’m the star nigga, I should be on TMZ\nYou niggas stand for nothin like a Jamboree\nThey had nothing good to say at your eulogy\nThe way I put it down, they gon remember young JD\nJoseph Stalin, the boss of this family\nI’m from the city of gangstas and broken dreams\nWhere we hoping the lord hear our silent screams\nBut this dope money help with my self esteem\nIn this life I lead and these times of hustlin\nDope game got me on the verge of self destruction\nSmoking hella weed, niggas sippin on that robotussin\nIf you ain’t gettin money nigga, you ain’t doin nothin\nIn this life I lead and these times of hustlin\nDope game got me on the verge of self destruction\nSmoking hella weed, niggas sippin on that robotussin\nIf you ain’t gettin money nigga, you ain’t doin nothin |