Testo False Accusations - Nicholas Craven
Testo della canzone False Accusations (Nicholas Craven), tratta dall'album Trapper’s Alley 3: Hell or High Water
(You accuse me) of shit I never did (whoa)
If that was us who hit him up, he would've never lived (whoa)
(You accuse me) of shit I didn't do (whoa)
You would've heard him bein' dead instead of pullin' through (whoa)
(You accuse me) they must've couldn't shoot (whoa)
Or the coupe that he was in must've been bulletproof (whoa)
(You accuse me) of gross inbordination (whoa)
Now it's corrupt organization
(You accuse me) let's get it
All I can say is all the false allegations
Allegedly when I fought them back-to-back cases
All the false accusations, a felon in possession
But my pedigree was part of my fascination, was hardly no fabrication
I been abused, took a beatin', started feuds to get even, got me as soon as she leavin'
Just to get out of the house, used to get rooms for the weekend
But this particular night wasn't your usual evenin'
You accuse me of cheatin', I been accused of worse
Been kicked out of better places and still I put you first
She know I play with chirps, she know the lane that I'm in
She know I put in major work and all the pain I put in
Two-sport legend, come cross-train with the Jackson
227, Concrete, they know the gang that I'm jackin'
It's mafia, what else? Big creature like the Kraken
AR get to slappin', shit look like a fire-breathin' dragon
(You accuse me) of bodies that I didn't catch (whoa)
But you know the outcome when I feel disrespected (whoa)
(You accuse me) as if you caught me red-handed (whoa)
Hopin' that a nigga pop up somewhere left stranded (whoa)
(You accuse me) of everything under the sun (whoa)
Instead of givin' me my cred that I'm one of them ones (whoa)
You accuse me of havin' gang ties
Affiliated with the mafia, it's game time
Mama wonder why her child so bad, thuggin' out in public
I hate when niggas hate on me, but, shit, you gotta love it
Waist-deep, damn near to my navel, I been false accused
Sittin' in my cell, innocent, face all on the news
Head high, money plus the fame equals success to me
Minus all the tension in the trenches with the treachery
Fed bound, never wrote no statement when they question me
Just shut up 'til they let me free, now, look, it's open sesame
Can't nobody tell me nay-thing, yo, that ain't did shit for me
Don't give no fuck how right she is, I can't let no bitch lecture me
Put that on Jesus sandals, I still ain't missed a beat
Chrome-plate pearl handle, they can't get shit for free
Let's get it
There's no answer when I tried to defend myself (oh, oh, oh)
There's no answer when I tried to defend myself (oh, oh, oh)
There's no answer when I tried to defend myself (oh, oh)
Oh, you accuse me of things I'd never do
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Writer(s): James Clay Jones, Nicholas Craven
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