Testo Rap Game - Potter Payper
Testo della canzone Rap Game (Potter Payper), tratta dall'album Nightmare Before Christmas
Let's not talk about the rap game
Talk about that, I gotta talk about the back pain
I'm tryna tell the boys money never made a man
But I can get these 9-Double M suites man made
So they gon' probably roll you out quicker than your mixtape campaign
First week, shit scary like the 13th
Friday, I really see 'em get the foil out, that's burnt sheets
I used to do twenty shots and it was point threes
I still think about Flex, that was point three
I still think about times when you was all me
That was when they dropped the pack, it went walkiеs
How you gangsters when you're out hеre just talky?
You say "Free 'em", you ain't never sent a score sheet
And you ain't never put nothing on the score sheet
I'm rich now, I guess I gotta love my pain
'Cause every day I'm putting Louis on my poor feet
It kicks ball, but she knows I'm selling balls cheap
Pussy wet like swimming in the Maldives
It's kinda hard to find honour when we're all thieves
Fuck it, I shouldn't really drink all this Henny Tequila
Performing in the bando like it's an arena
I got them smoking white when I'm smoking sativa
And if the jackboys come, more meat for my cleaver
I'm rolling with a stripper, that's a ghetto ballerina
I really got it on me, make you do the Macarena
What's one-two million? That's meagre, I'm eager
Cah I was just on the phone to a cat like Sabrina
I don't smoke paigons, I smoke sensimilla
Still fuck your dead homies like necrophilia
Guess who just keeps going, never gets a breather
And they can all rest assured I ain't resting either
They know I'm really in the streets, I'm the corespondent
I was in the jailhouse, that's correspondence
Who cares? He was broke, he forgot his options
I sold crack 'cause I had to, I got 2Pac problems
Two packs and my knife and I do that often
Sit and think about my life, I don't do that often
Hit my boys' gravesides, I don't do that often
Am I the problem or solution? This pain just constant
I kept it real with you and it's giving me comfort
They know Potter from the wing, I spray my soul with a comfort
I was OT for years, I didn't need an accomplice
Fuck Christopher Columbus, he needed a compass
I'm with them right or wrong killers that's riding on punches
'Til their wheels fall off, that's love in abundance
Two-piece and my nine, that's suited and booted
I swear I'm getting sick of all these double entendres
I swear I'm getting sick of all their fucking assumptions
They want the money so bad that they let it become them
I don't think that's becoming
So don't invite me to your shit cah I won't be coming
Don't let me talk about the rap game
Talk about that, I gotta talk about the back pain
Don't let me talk about the streets
Cah I seen gorillas turn rats, it's a rat race
But I guess it's just another day in my matinee
Maybe I should put it online, let you have a say
Credits
Writer(s): Conor Mulcahy, Jamel Bousbaa, Aaron Philip Joseph Goedluck, Lucien Dunne, Gottfried Charles Yeboah Nortey
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