Testo First 48 - Jadakiss
Testo della canzone First 48 (Jadakiss), tratta dall'album Top 5 Dead or Alive
Uh, uh
Yeah
Right now I just wanna say thank you (Thank you)
For your downloads, your streams, your hard copies
Whatever means of purchase
Even if you bootleg this joint, I appreciate you
We four projects in, a whole lot more to go
Thanks for all the support, ride now with you
Despite what you may think (Uh-huh)
Or what you may have heard
I am (Haha) top five dead or alive
Yeah, yo
Everything is real, ain't nothin' cozy
Fresher than a youngin', mind of a OG
Inhale, exhale, yeah, cherish every breath
Shinin' like I just came home, but I never left
Most of them is lovin' me (Uh-huh), some of them is hatin' me (Yeah)
Say he's underrated, dependin' on who's ratin' me
I be destroyin' niggas on tracks blatantly
Basically I'm patiently waitin' for a vacancy
It ain't hard to tell, they all scared to challenge him
Money, power, respect, I learned how to balance them
Watermelon over the pump, the hood's silent to
Couple hundred thousand a month's a good calendar
Yeah, they love to hear the Don speak
That's because my dialogue ain't in arm's reach
Uh-uh, nah, I ain't with the coward ish
First the skinny jeans, now they wearin' blouses
Don't ever confuse wireless for powerless
A nice red wine haze and a sour mix
I'm in the trap with the blicky
Cigarettes, pills, and the sticky
You need somethin', hit me (Hit me)
When it's poppin', I breeze quickly
To your doorstep if you coppin' at least fifty
I never mix my feelings with my dealings (Never)
I'm house shoppin' for wood floors, high ceilings (Yeah)
Two hundred or more on the dash if I'm wheelin' (Uh)
Really these niggas just mad 'cause I'm chillin' (Chillin')
Face on the masters, mother pearl (Yeah)
I maintain 'cause I dominated the underworld (Dominated)
If you're sick to your stomach, that mean you wanna hurl
The moon and the stars'll tell you that son is thorough (Thorough)
I'm gettin' better every week
And I don't talk too much, the longevity will speak
They ain't sellin' you nothin', you
Think it's better 'cause it's cheap
With the push of a button, I get you wet up in the street
It's never been even, I'm one of the best breathin' (Best)
That red shirt might be ready by next season (Haha)
The spread's too high, it's nothin', I just tease 'em (Nothin')
More celebratin' this year and less grievin'
But I'm always down for a funeral
For niggas hatin' while I'm tryna do my numerals
Screw faces, side glances
Six shooter, headshots, five chances
Twenty-five large on five dancers (Mmm)
As you can see, I'm fascinated with the finances
Nah, he don't play
And he'll forever be top five DOA
I am (Haha) top five dead or alive
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Writer(s): Jason Phillips, Tyrone Fyffe, Angela Winbush
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