Testo One One - 21 Lil Harold
Testo della canzone One One (21 Lil Harold), tratta dall'album LARRY (Deluxe)
(44, you made this?)
Ay, this what come with that shit though
Is you gon' live that shit (21)
Or you just gon' get up out the way? (Ay, yeah, ay)
'Cause where we come from, nigga, shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You live fast, die young, nigga (facts, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All that money shit, all that pretty boy shit
That shit ain't gon' get you nowhere (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Three niggas dead, one on the chopper and the black tee (black tee)
So-and-so said (what) that it was H-Dawg and he on the East (nah)
Them nosy-ass bitches in my hood (nosy-ass bitch)
They tryna bring a nigga down like big Suge (Suge Knight, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, I'm a product to the streets (I'm a product to the streets)
Yeah, yeah, got my heart in these streets (put my heart in these streets)
Man, these streets'll eat you up (eat you up)
Better walk around with them monkey nuts (I'm talkin' 'bout drawin', nigga)
Put my energy (yeah), my blood (huh)
And my tears (yeah), and my sweat (huh)
For this shit (yeah, for this shit, yeah, yeah, yeah, for this shit, yeah, yeah)
In my hood (yeah), they be hatin' (huh), they be waitin' (yeah)
For a nigga (huh) to fuck up shit (yeah)
Ain't shit (what, yeah) ain't shit (say what, nigga?)
But these rat niggas tellin', when I slide, I'm with Chevy (yeah)
Nigga, had to send you to Heaven (yeah), and teach your ass a lesson
Headshot, lethal weapon (what), knowin' Slaughter Gang deadly
In the 'Cat, better catch me (huh, yeah), better catch me
One One died, 2019, then I cried (what?)
Johnny died, we was all night tryna slide (yeah)
Tay Man died, niggas puttin' dagger between they eyes (yeah, 21, huh)
Yeah (yeah, 21), man, I love all my guys (21, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah), real shit
Realest shit I ever thought of, not wrote
Shit just came to my motherfuckin' head
Reminiscing 'bout the old shit, just-
All my dead ones, all my people I lost
If they were here, they wouldn't even
Picture me rapping right now, like, shit
Shit get deeper than rap
Nah, for real
PS, long live my dogs, 21
(Ay, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Ay, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Ay, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Ay, ay)
Credits
Writer(s): Ahmar Bailey, Basil Von Stietencron, Nyles Daniel, Harold Glenn
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