Testo For Mine - Dave East feat. Cruch Calhoun
Testo della canzone For Mine (Dave East feat. Cruch Calhoun), tratta dall'album 30 For 30
Rich niggas, poor niggas
Rich niggas, broke niggas
Upper class, poor niggas
Uh
Rich niggas, poor niggas
Big clout, broke niggas
Dope dealings, coke sniffings
Still living with no hope niggas
Real niggas, old niggas
Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold niggas
Ones that never told this for them, silence is made of gold, niggas
Stood on ten toes, niggas
You came home ain't get in no trouble, get off parole niggas
My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home, niggas
The wrong decisions that had you wrapped up with the wrong niggas
The right decisions, how you right where you belong, nigga?
Don't be a wack nigga
Just be yourself don't try to be like all these rap niggas
Half the time that shit ain't even that niggas
This for my
Can take you out your comfort zone but still adapt niggas
Turn anything into the world into trap niggas
This for the
Ones that make it happen, feel like the world on my back, niggas
The ones that keep it street, they don't at niggas
This for the
Ones that played the streets but got some time niggas
They realize this shit different, went and got a job niggas
This for my live niggas, still outside niggas
To all my Crip niggas, Blood niggas, gangsta niggas, thug niggas
Rich niggas, poor niggas (uh)
Big clout, broke niggas (uh)
Dope dealings, coke sniffings (yeah)
Still living with no hope niggas (yeah)
Real niggas, old niggas
Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold niggas (30)
Ones that never told this for them, silence is made of gold, niggas
Stood on ten toes, niggas (ten)
You came home ain't get in no trouble, get off parole niggas
My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home, niggas (back home)
The wrong decisions that had you wrapped up with the wrong niggas
This for my trap brothers, Yankee hat wearers
From the crack era (crack era)
Pain get hard to hide, can see it on they face like mascara (I can see)
Black wearers, Delancey Street shopping, tryna grab Letterman's
Bubble Goose, when it got freezing out, that shit had mad feathers
This for dice niggas, head crackers, even ask 'bout us
This for niggas broke that like to talk 'bout when they had cheddar
This for niggas hatin', in they DNA, they dad jealous (dad was jealous)
This for niggas that wasn't allowed to do shit, now the bag let 'em (yeah, money talk)
This for 25 to lifers, this for all the sacrifices (sacrifice)
This for bitches really mean, but for dollars they act the nicest (they mean)
This for all the homies lost their life 'cause liquor had 'em hyper (too hyper)
This for homies that grew up rumbling, just know, you had to fight
This for niggas spend they last to cop a new Dior fit
This for unc' that's drunk, he love beer, just want a cold sip (that all?)
This for gangstas hangin' 'round rappers, tryna extort shit (not me)
This for sentences the Judge givin', now make the court flip (stay cautious)
Rich niggas, poor niggas
Big clout, broke niggas
Dope dealings, coke sniffings
Still living with no hope niggas
Real niggas, old niggas
Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold niggas
Ones that never told this for them, silence is made of gold, niggas
Stood on ten toes, niggas
You came home ain't get in no trouble, get off parole niggas
My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home, niggas
The wrong decisions that had you wrapped up with the wrong niggas
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Writer(s): David Brewster, Jerae Tyri Prather
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