Testo My People Right - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone My People Right (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Street Fame
Niggas hittin' at anything, windows tinted, we don't care
Who was in it, make sure them pots cleaned
Out good, my grandma cookin' in them
You don't know who be snitchin', such and such
Did whoop-de-woo, you can't be too specific
Swear to God, a nigga drippin' hard
I feel like two Pacifics
One thing about a real nigga
He can always speak his mind
Tell me if I'm lyin'
Loyalty come with a price tag
I had to switch to Southpaw
I can't trust my right hand
How I'm supposed to chase my dream
When I can't even sleep at night
Can't even take care of myself
Makin' sure my people right
Some shit I learned to sacrifice
And never stopped yet
I ain't hit the top yet
Man, them bitches owe me that
They say I ain't top three in my city
They shouldn't have told me that
The flow like a Subway sandwich
I got the coldest wraps
It ain't 'bout talents
They won't see you in cars or holdin' racks
On Instagram
You don't know niggas goin' to jail from exposin' that
Tryin' to find balance
Nothin' to prove that I ain't show them yet
Cause when I really rap
How I really rap
They know it's really a wrap
Happy wife, happy life
I don't want none of them bitches back
Play my cards like pity pack
Well designed mitch n' match
Rebranded the team
Me and DC startin' shit from scratch
I just show what's fake
And grow off the hate I get from that
Even though they hate to say it
I'm the one bought 50 back
Bought Kendrick and Schoolboy
To the Zant where all the killers at
I jumped in the booth with SQ
And became Wayne mirror matt
I told niggas it was all on me
I was spittin' facts
One thing about a real nigga
He can always speak his mind
Tell me if I'm lyin'
Loyalty come with a price tag
I had to switch to Southpaw
I can't trust my right hand
How I'm supposed to chase my dreams
When I can't sleep at night
I don't take care of myself
Makin' sure my people right
Can't even take care of myself
Makin' sure my people right
Life'll whoop a nigga ass so bad
Until he have enough
Been numb the pain before
I ever thought gettin' tatted up
Cleanin' residue from under my nails
From after baggin' up
Learned more in the streets
Felt like I was goin' to class for nothin'
You locked up but that pussy not
Don't be mad at her
But if she held you down when you come home
You better marry her
Lost so many niggas
I got buff from liftin' as a pallbearer
Fuck me up to hear my people snitchin'
Feds using our lyrics against us
This rap shit is gettin' scarier by the minute
I was safer in the trenches
Picture I almost lost my life by a couple inches
You could save somebody's life up in prison
With a couple visits
I'm bound to see the wizard
I need the ten man special
I'm heartless
I had to order gold
Find out how much it's worth and pawned it
The yellow brick road
Lead me to the store right on the corner
Another concrete road tryin' to grow
They just stompin' on it
I see you creepin' slow
You must not know we already on it
Got more drums than a live band
Don't make us stop performing
Cause one thing about a real nigga
He gon' always speak his mind
Tell me if I'm lyin'
Loyalty come with a price tag
I had to switch to Southpaw
I can't trust my right hand
How I'm supposed to chase my dream
I can't even sleep at night
Can't even take care of myself
Makin' sure my people right
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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