Testo Black Mass - V Don
Testo della canzone Black Mass (V Don), tratta dall'album Black Mass
Nah, nah, nah, it wasn't like that
We all got the same story, you know what I mean?
Back then, we had an understanding
It's all so simple
I don't know what happened
I made time for my wellness
They looking forward to my illness
Did dirt for grasshoppers
Took hoes on field trips
Silly me
It's real, even more than it will get
Will he bleed?
Of course, from the toss of the drill bits, huh
Mafia style, I'll be a while
And I ain't playing fair 'til these niggas stop being foul
They taught me the jewels, you looking at the falsely accused
I'll plead the vows now
I ain't look at it like that
'Til it was too late, you know?
Niggas had different agendas, I guess
I always wanted all of us to eat
And it ain't work out that way
Now, huh
Now they ain't got a vow to hold up
You shittin' me? I made a thousand soap-ups
Get out your feelings and get in your bag
If it wasn't for love, you'd be under the mud
Choose a different path, simple it was also
Yo, how can it be?
When the retailer snitchin' on the barcode
Yo, that's a different language
We'll never get acquainted
That type of treatment only happens to niggas in position, man
Niggas with good hearts, I know
You know that old saying
You be too cool, you gon' lose
I'm past lash, no all white, give me the black mask
It happens that fast, cold as a rat stash
Keep a cool head
I'd rather be the nigga that's getting talked
About than never there, speaks on who bled
Yeah, yeah, they never notice the general
They get your doggy tags, now the moments is memorable
Yo, the card ain't surprised
I've seen it all, it's all in the eyes
Look alive
I mean, shit, I said it before, man
All we had to do was carry tradition
You know what I mean? It's on us now, man
I don't know, man, it's crazy
How many times we gotta go through this?
This shit that you owe, I don't owe you shit
Yeah, have some consideration
I fuck with the same line, they kind dance with integration
And we all in the wrong
'Cause we all thought we knew him, but it all happens in the making
Guess we slept on that
Get your chest plates, Teflon hats, no looking back
Hit close to home, you know?
I mean, shit, it's my fault
I ain't surprised, but I am
Fucked me up, but lesson learned
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Writer(s): Tivon Key, Alvin Olavarria
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