Testo Paradise - Mac feat. Popeye & Sam
Testo della canzone Paradise (Mac feat. Popeye & Sam), tratta dall'album World War III
Yeah, I got this motherfuckin' Warlocks in this biatch
So you know it's all about that World War 3, nigga
You feel me, nigga?
Haha, my nigga Sam, my nigga Popeye
Shout out to my nigga D.I.Geezy
You all feel this bitch, feel it
My future, my focus paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper, tote the badder dice
And if I gotta be real and sack a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
My future, my focus paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper, tote the badder dice
And if I gotta be real and sack a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
Intends is to leave a corpse, remorse is extinct
Niggas, murder and lust, the course we on is miss-linked
The path we don't walk, it lead to unknowns
Like understanding life and why we here and some gone
I'm mystified, conspicuous eyes vision my glory
Camouflage with which we hide inside of the hallways
The narrow road is followed, the barrel hold the hollows
I spit to keep the real alive to have tomorrow
Murderer, slash real nigga, slash ghetto celebrity
Too often have life and death we hope to never see
The destiny of what's real is my fate, deny hate
Composure kept before the death of my grace
My Lord, TEC to my face, flinchin' is forbidden
Murderin' self-defense, can you blame me for livin'?
Keep the real alive, the fake are faithless with death
Keep the real bringin', bitch niggas are laid to rest
My future, my focus paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper, tote the badder dice
And if I gotta be real and sack a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
My future, my focus paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper, tote the badder dice
And if I gotta be real and sack a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
Fastened between the streets I held on
Promoted through pistols and lead to elsewhere
Solid and held the holler for killin' that said the self prayer
To walk away beside the Lord
Sinners repent so we divide the squad
Behind the tints, I mean we ridin' cars
Standin' off the roof of a killer, to murder made life
Focused in any president livin' that carry 'chaine life
That live amongst the fallen few
To walk away the day they callin' you
And freeze the heat when nigga crawlin' through
Breathin' from the top of his lungs, tomorrow shut down
Niggas that held a piece of my heart I never let down
Was yet to come before the Lord
I thought my father's supposed to show the cards
These niggas camouflaged to blow the God
Makin' me a part of the wind, suspend when I hail
Everything operated in time to end when I fail
Besides the walls of havin' shit
I roam the streets and chose to stab and spit
Behind the gate they hate and grab and hit
My future, my focus paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper, tote the badder dice
And if I gotta be real and sack a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
My future, my focus paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper, tote the badder dice
And if I gotta be real and sack a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
Now check it, best feel my proverbs
I bless you, you bless the next nigga
It's for the best niggas, believe me
They say money's the root of all evil
I say only when in the clutches of the wrong people, you feel that?
If murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by these rules
You lose your cool, then you lose your shoes
To every nigga in the struggle with big dreams
We was born with the hustle in my genes
I know it seem like we forbidden, forced in ghetto livin'
Poverty stricken, eatin' Popeye, chicken and biscuits
With a little jelly for my little belly
That I just can't fill 'cause momma barely make the bill
And I know shit's real when we go to
School just to eat meals and for dinner
We got sleep, nigga, it's deep, nigga
With that, they gettin' the whole world against ya
Bitch ass nigga, have you forgotten God sent ya?
Credits
Writer(s): . A-mac, . The Feex, . Da Sang Jia Cuo
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