Christen, ätzet diesen Tag, BWV 63 for the First Day of Christmas: VI. Recitativo (Basso). Verdoppelt euch demnach

歌詞

Hook (2x): I juss came home I aint got no loot I aint trin' 2 sell drugs I aint tryin 2 shoot I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup Verse 1: Open day Now you release Peeps Bacc on the streets You don't want no peace Need a job or sumthin' B-4 you start robbin sumthin' Tryin 2-b made Like you in the mob or sumthin' X-tra curicular Activities swift You can't Hit the streets cuz dese niggas a snitch See yo foul nigga And he on yo ass He wanna violate you You aint got no cash You gotta see him every Tuesday B-4 twelve But fucc dat you come late and he send you bacc Peep dis One day you made up some shit You told him You was late cuz ya moms is sicc He said ok next time i send you away You bettah piss in this cup Get to urinate You thought he a homo So baliff analyze He juss turn around And juss pissed out your St. Ines Reinact it always gotta take attractive Ayo P.O. when I'm gon be inactive While I'm on weekly Switch that up I get a job soon You could stitch that up I'm gon be a rapper A-yo be real famous Always on TV Neva sayin' lame shit Give me some slacc A-yo plus the fact A-yo I gotta job nigga Yo I'm gon rap Hook (2x): I juss came home I aint got no loot I aint trin' 2 sell drugs I aint tryin 2 shoot I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup Talk: What up boo Yeah what you mean I ain't callin you collect I'm home You messin' wit me tonite What you mean Trump International Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin' I aint got no paper Verse 2: If you Want honey bettah have money If you Want some ass bettah get some cash Its like When I came home life went 2 fast When I Left the streets yo I was the man Now I'm comin bacc home New face new fam I gotta beard B-4 I aint had no hair On my face Used 2 diss me On the regular So what I aint got a haircut No new sneakas I got old ass Tim's goin' bacc to the hood Playin ball on the same rims Tellin' niggas I rhyme Let me shyne At block parties Yo I left right day A-Yo I'm real serious Sell drugs all day Im gon get on 1st tracc that I spit on I'm gon lace it Smuther you and plus taste it I get my shit upgraded Yours race it Now that its on My girl rocc Louie Baton/ Gucci/ Bently/ Prada/ Escada Now that its on It's like my chic gotta alota Everything she's supossed 2 She the only one that I'm close 2 Otha people is snakes I got so much beef for these niggaz on Jakes Its like some of 'em real most of 'em fake Hook (2x): I juss came home I aint got no loot I aint trin' 2 sell drugs I aint tryin 2 shoot I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup Talk: Yo yo yo yo, dis a story man bout a nigga comin' home man he aint tryin to hustle man nahimean but a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean a nigga still came out on top cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc but then he startin' sellin rap and he's still doin that Ya RAT BASTARDZ