Testo Loyalty - Rich Homie Quan
Testo della canzone Loyalty (Rich Homie Quan), tratta dall'album I Go In On Every Song
It's always two sides to every coin I flip
But the cards I'm dealt and the stripes
I've earned and the life I've learned
Nothing weighs more than respect
Don't think that money gon' make you realer than me
I can feel it in me
Rich snitch never dies
I wouldn't give a damn if you had all the money in the world
You still could never buy
Loyalty is priceless
Aye, homie, it don't cost a thing
And loyalty is what we live by
Therefore, it's more than a name
Aye, loyalty, loyalty
So check the Rich Homie handbook
Real niggas endangered, so I only know a handful
Despite counterfeit, I'm realer than a Black pastor
Execution style, kill you 'fore I backstab you
None of my niggas flimsy like an antenna get
It's 'bout unity 'cause, boy, we on some Black Panther shit
This the Black anthem, bitch, and we a Black Atlanta clique
On some millionaire, billionaire, rich-ass-strap-a-jamza shit
Therefore, first word "rich" and second of all "homies"
My third word "get" so my fourth word "money"
Rich homie, street law, blocks, and the curb bunking
We serve junkies early like church on first Sunday, bitch
It's always two sides to every coin I flip
But the cards I'm dealt and the stripes
I've earned and the life I've learned
Nothing weighs more than respect
Don't think that money gon' make you realer than me
I can feel it in me
Rich snitch never dies
I wouldn't give a damn if you had all the money in the world
You still could never buy
Loyalty is priceless
Aye, homie, it don't cost a thing
And loyalty is what we live by
Therefore, it's more than a name
Loyalty is a small word with a big meaning I live by
It's in my blood, can't live without it
That plane landed, I'm still fly
Got a spot on Gresham, we deal out
No detour, took the real route
Too many bitches, twenty-six
I'm at the car sit-up like a hill house
Cul-de-sac, double sack, that other pack, I doubled that
Gotta pay attention if your man snitching
When the feds listen, where the trouble at?
Where the trouble at? With a real nigga
Catch a body with the real killers
I'm a heat-toter, she a deepthroater
If you a freeloader, can't deal with you
Aye, fuck her 'til she can't no heat go up
Turn this up on your speaker
Aye, rule one: never let a bitch come between us
It's always to the death of me, I said it well
So call it in the air: heads or tails
It's always two sides to every coin I flip
But the cards I'm dealt and the stripes
I've earned and the life I've learned
Nothing weighs more than respect
Don't think that money gon' make you realer than me
I can feel it in me
Rich snitch never dies
I wouldn't give a damn if you had all the money in the world
You still could never buy
Loyalty is priceless
Aye, homie, it don't cost a thing
And loyalty is what we live by
Therefore, it's more than a name
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Writer(s): Jonathan Michael Rich
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