Testo Fucc Um - Cuzzy Capone feat. Nipsey Hussle & Freeway
Testo della canzone Fucc Um (Cuzzy Capone feat. Nipsey Hussle & Freeway), tratta dall'album Fucc Um (feat. Nipsey Hussle & Freeway)
Yeah
Yeah, we know you used to put in work, that's old
Nigga, and we seen your paperwork, you told
All these niggas either sniffin' glass or they livin' off the past
While I'm blowin' money fast with my bros
Lately I been seein' niggas sell they soul
How you catch a case and bail out on parole?
I been state to state, gettin' money on the road
Had to reevaluate who I can talk to on the phone, switch it up
Spit the game, pay attention, you should listen up
Follow code, then one day you gon' get rich as us
Seven digits, street nigga, that ain't rich enough
Forty million on the crib like that nigga Puff
Niggas buyin' yachts, niggas buyin' jets
Make me wanna buy the block just to reinvest
And my young niggas catch it 'fore it's nothin' left
Bury me the realest ever did it, yeah
Hopefully my day ones will remember this
Keep that shit a hundred, one until the day
Even when I'm gone, they'll say I never left
Lookin' at this whip like, "Glad I never quit"
Passed my niggas women, thought we'd never hit
Stickin' to the script, get rich and never switch
All my role models doin' sentences, yeah
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, yeah
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck each and every one of 'em, I fear none of 'em
Frank Lucas, push the truth back in front of 'em
Leave a nigga toothless when it comes to the loot
I go stupid with the butt of the gun, know where I'm comin' from?
North Philly where Frazier and Muhammad sparred
Last name Akbar, they callin' all cop cars
When they pull you over, they might shoot you over movin'
Now that we true, man, they know who we are
They took a king from us, they X'd Malcolm out
You kiddin' me? I did my own black history
Study Illmatic, Reasonable Doubt, yeah
That's the main reason why these rappers can't get with me
Fuck 'em all, I hit a whistle, know it's time to ball
Y'all niggas throwin' fouls, but y'all don't wanna brawl
How you go on a mission with no vision?
Fuck Stevie's lack of sight, look at Stevie's ambition
We hood niggas that get it
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, yeah
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Yeah, different nigga now that my pops gone
Low tolerance, promise you'll get popped on
Microwave, the bullets soundin' like popcorn
Grind heavy, the cops come or the rocks gone
Same nigga, so what the times change?
When I couldn't get money, I used to find ways
Countin' thousands off of cavi in the hallway
It wasn't long 'fore I figured out crime pays
We still in search of them bright days
Dark streets, only light when police raid
When niggas stress out and let the shots off
Lost scan like a skillet, it'll pop off
I hit the ave and post with the uncut raw
Sacked it up and told niggas I had the cape moss
Nothin' fancy, protect myself with the eight ball
It wasn't easy, I had to hustle on hot rocks
Bury me the realest ever did it, yeah
Hopefully my day ones will remember this
Keep that shit a hundred, one until the day
Even when I'm gone, they'll say I never left
Lookin' at this whip like, "Glad I never quit"
Passed my niggas women, thought we'd never hit
Stickin' to the script, get rich and never switch
All my role models doin' sentences, yeah
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, yeah
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
Credits
Writer(s): John Groover, Michael Cox, Jacob Dutton, Ermias Asghedom, Jonathan Whitfield
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