Perrion - Drillin' paroles de (lyrics)

For the young wild niggas
Looking for another way out because
This strap should have
Moving forward from a gun child figure
And I don't have to pull another trigger
If I move from the hood
With this rules, wanna take what's mine
Take my shine
Third eye open so I can't go blind
Speak about the life of a young kid
Living in the city where they
Much pretty and they ride
For they can't for got their back
Retaliate if a nigga wanna try what's next
From and the homies they
Can never stay lonely
But, your child? ain't' need codeine
Because the kill for their own will
Mama ain't home on time
So they gotta get their own meals
It seems 'bout the rap life
Living in the trap life
Through the unemployment, because they
Young and they black, ha
So fuck it, I'ma ride
Try to stay clean I ain't
Fucking with no type
But, if a nigga wanna disrespect the click
And put the fucking beat? tie
Fuck the government I can never abide
By they fuck ass rules
Nigga fuck that school
I'll pick up that tool, take your? to provide
For the fame, for the money, I obtain
I oblige to dope fiends, dope fiends
More money, more problems, copin
But all the boys in my city got me throw away
Through gotta stay alive so
I'm doing supposed to
Speak from the heart got your vocals
Tryin to go worldwide, fuck local
Cause ain't nothing here but death all around
So a motherfucker gotta stay soulful bitch

We gotta stay strong
Keep your muthafucker hands up
So nigga spit your game, talk your flow
Can't fuck with this real hood, shit though
Shit your game, talk your flow
Can't fuck with this real hood, shit though

Gotta stay alive in the city
Where the skinny nigga drop
Drive by for five, see me in the side
Fuck that we need peace
Living in the belly of the beast
But fuck nigga still gon' eat, ha
But still gon' eat
Still living and put lyrics on the beat
Still living in the white man?
Still hanging niggas gotta get
Upon their feet
Before we stop the breathing no parasites
A nigga can't be leaching
Got no kids to feed em
Now give them a reason
Nigga go blast that pieces like
War in the Middle East
Fuck that is war in the middle West
Gotta stay blessed see a nigga stressed
Because I hang a nigga want
A symbol out of chest
Which you think best believe you gonna invest
In the chopper, in the vest
Happen if you test
Could you break it down and
Sell it to a guest
Trying to make more because they
Left em for less
Left em for death no telling what's next
In jail time or he headed for death
Try to city limit so he gotta try his best
Just find the way out but the capital
With the city kept for you, with the capital
Right?

So nigga spit your game, talk your flop
Can't fuck with this real hood, shit though
Shit your game, talk your flop
Can't fuck with this real hood, shit though

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