Testo Sky Dweller - EST Gee
Testo della canzone Sky Dweller (EST Gee), tratta dall'album Bigger Than Life Or Death
See how much you really love your family
'Cause of you, this, yeah, yeah
I don't get tired of thuggin', I'ma be on this 'til judgement
They told me leave the streets alone to rap, but I wasn't budgin' (FOREVEROLLING)
I shoot you in your head, you diss Lil Dead, it ain't no tusslin'
This beef started with y'all, but y'all kept duckin', we hit your cousin
Can't no nigga say he hoed me or owed me, they made attempts
They heard Geeski get shit killed, I put a hundred on 'em like Wilt
They can't handle us, we stiff, ain't no smilin', shakin' hands
They say you ratted, we revokin' passes, bro might fire like dragons
Niggas backwards, I don't take shit for granted, we take shit for ransom
See how much you really love your family, 'cause of you, this happened
Ain't no big doggin' me, nigga, I'm a Rottweiler
I used to serve one nigga two bricks, it cost a Sky-Dweller
Ask about the island, boy, we sent shit to the hospital
They all talk that murder shit, but niggas really shoplifters
Hold your Rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business
Keep your Rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you
Hold your Rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dog
Keep your Rollie up, you ever touched a brick of fentanyl, yeah, yeah
I got pending cases and one bond that still need paying
They want one mil' for Lukada, know I'm comin' to get you, baby
Know my heart might get me killed, but it got me here, so risks, I'm takin'
We don't never write no statements or give tips, we don't fuck with bacon
I done trapped across the nation, I'll take it back to the basics
I serve white and brown, I ain't racist, die for attention, I'll make 'em famous
Better stay in my good graces, call, you sayin' your dog ain't make it
Blood addictive, I can taste it, we beat all our murder cases
Ain't no big doggin' me, nigga, I'm a Rottweiler
I used to serve one nigga two bricks, it cost a Sky-Dweller
Ask about the island, boy, we sent shit to the hospital
They all talk that murder shit, but niggas really shoplifters
Hold your Rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business
Keep your Rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you
Hold your Rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dog
Keep your Rollie up, you ever touched a brick of fentanyl, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): George A. Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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