Fes Taylor Hip Hop Game Freestyle текст песни, слова песни Hip Hop Game Freestyle Fes Taylor
Fes Taylor - Hip Hop Game Freestyle
They said I'm Staten Island's last hope
My flow is crack, so my verses stay fire like the glass smoke
Fans is fiending, when your release date
But they won't P. Diddy me, send me for cheese cake
As long as my business strength, fuck if my fate
Like the homey Big L, still one of the greats
Yeah, I want steak, to put some on my plate, nigga
You stunt on me, I keep a gun on my waist, nigga
As a little nigga, just learning to stack bread
Got my aim up, practicing, shooting crack heads
Bullets from the mack spread, give up the bread
The son do your mattress spread, should of had a safe
Nigga buy a gun to feel safe, but won't pop up
How it look, you getting punched in the face
So who the fuck got something to say?
Going out, like the M-I-A niggas do bust in the gate
Ay, I spray at your face, look at me now
25 to L, nigga, took it to trial
Shit, I been through it, how can I smile
I can reach out and touch a nigga, how could I dial
911, niggas is snitching
I still sit in the church, but can't consider myself a Christian
Forgive me Lord, if I shoot a nigga right in his face
It's no pointing me out, pick me up with a case
Superman, nah I'm 2 Fly, pick me up with a cape
Poster on the wall, wings like I'm standing at heaven's gates
Flyer than a pilot, stripes on my t-shirt
Out of town, holla at the wolves if you need work
My bracelet game sick, plus I got a mean hurt
Get down with get fresh, get out of them Gap jeans first
Hoes love the way I dress, get up in they jean skirt
Been last all of my life, now I can see first
Believe dirt, now we getting Sesame Street money
Ernie and Bert, Ernie and Bert
Listen, listen, I was a wolf like Garnett
Had to be yourself, just to get it with no sweat
Switch companies, still repping my whole set
Since Two 4 War to the day of my death
I used to, pray for a deal, now I'm turning them down
Cause we worth a couple dollars, now swerving through town
Out of country, Euro dollar, bitch, is serving them pounds
Metric system so a nigga talking inches is a clown
Did I mention my intentions of locking the shit down
Pay attention my niggas spitting, fans loving our style
Been thugging for a while, and I can say I got money
In every neighborhood, they is on Staten Isle
So if I happen to crack a smile, that's cause I know my son, good
And he ain't never go up north and see them crackers smile
Nigga, a half a thou', half a no debt
Even enough to make a nigga laugh at your jokes, nope
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