Testo Elimination [Remix] - V Don
Testo della canzone Elimination [Remix] (V Don), tratta dall'album Too Late 4 Tears (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist)
I don't change what I became
Don't fuck with me, I don't know who you are, nigga
Him, him, him, him
Yeah
Raf Simons, Ksubi denim, Nick and Levi's off in New Beginnings
Put fists together like newlyweds
Jason Voorhees, I make art with the machete
Customize a Beretta with the stick out
Waitin' for whoever that's ready
I know niggas who makes a lot after they catch a body
Interest get ignited when I'm talkin' robberies
Talk to Gotti when I need advice
I need a call from probably fuckin' friends who got me feelin' trife
But I was off of probably all that
Shittin' me, you know who it be
Live from Bedrock, got the block in a headlock
All drugs like it's Woodstock
On Don rooftop, choppin' dope with my first kid
He turned to a man when he did his first bid
I'd rather keep the four-fifth right in the cut where the earth live
I used to swipe cards and snatch purses
I done got to the point where I talk Bible verses
Bitch, you ridin' in a hearse, kid
Don't ask me if I remember, you knowin' that I'm a member
I'm colder than late December when it's global warmin'
Niggas get to actin' sweet as honey, then the bullets swarm 'em
Pray to Allah I ain't goin' back where I was
If it ain't for this music, probably have a passion for drugs
Nigga, I'm plugged
You the type to eat a banana and snitch on the clique
Dirty Harry grip, Jacob Grubb
Send a shooter through Grubhub
I peep the fake daps and hugs
Send me racks for your love
As a matter of fact, I put my PayPal account above all
I come from a city that try and reinforce niggas' gun laws
Scratch the serial number off, still dump 'em all
I'm soft, yeah
I'm crackin' lobster claws, my balls swing
To the floor like a kickstand (For real)
Address me as big man
I'll fuckin' leave your bitch with a twitch, fam
Stylin', nigga
Hope you lookin' at me like a father figure, trigger-happy
Uh, curly-head nigga still nappy
With fugitives, feds tryna get at me
My slime banned in nine states
Me, probably three just to keep it choppy-choppy
My Dyckman connect told me Black Lives Matter
Threw me a couple of plates, a nine with a ladder
I don't change what I became
Credits
Writer(s): Tivon Key, Darien Corey Dash Jr., John Tucker
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Altre canzoni dell'album
30 for 30 (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist)
Glory (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn, Sauce Heist & NKI)
Elimination (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist)
30 for 30 (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist) [Instrumental]
Glory (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist) [Instrumental]
Elimination (feat. Da$h, Ankhlejohn & Sauce Heist) [Instrumental]