Tory Lanez - Adidas lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Dope stash in my Bimmer
I can cash out on Adidas
Should I trap or should I rap and spend
This cash all on a feature?
My niggas is in the field and they adopted
So I teach but I gotta spend this cash
All on this motherfuckin' re-up
I'm tryna be a leader but, shit
I'm fallin' in my past
The trap callin' for this cash
I scrape the bottom of the stash
Front a nigga one and I can press it
I can stretch that bitch to half
A lot of shit a nigga never
Had a nigga's tryna grab
And RIP my nigga Black 'cause they
Done chopped him into pieces
He was tryna duck polices
I was tryna duck the Reaper
I was on the block, hustlin'
Just tryna stuff the reefer
In the pocket with the nina, shit
I'm poppin' with the heater if I need her
I'm in the kitchen bakin' like Anita
Tryna freak it like Adina
Sell and sneak it to a beaner i was younger
Was fuckin' up the re-up coppin' sneakers
'Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up
I got beat up
On them corners, but I came back
Trap back jumpin'
Had it poppin' on the same track
Lil' mama thuggin'
Got my name as her face tat
Shit, you gotta face facts
It's some real niggas in this shit
You can't replace that
Same block, same strap
Shoot a nigga face back
Leave his head in his legs
Waist in his wave cap cocked the K back
Was blowin' blades where his braids at
Cocked the K back
Had so much pain so I stained that
Mama cried tears
We did bids throughout the years
I had a couple niggas die and
I'm just wishin' you was here
But shit is clear
I'm ridin' with my pistol like
A Piston through the
Fear and let them niggas know I'm here
I promise when I die
They celebrate me like I'm 'Pac
It'll be because I reached my goal
Not 'cause I sold this rock
Any nigga that try to hate me, promise, dawg
They gon' get shot
I'm from the Dot and I got some niggas
That's still down to knock your top
I put this on my baby
This being broke shit done drove me crazy
All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze
My number-one question now is, "Lord
Am I gon' make it?"
'Cause it's times I feel alone and
Just so hopeless on this pavement
I tried to work a nine-to-five
But I can't wait for payment
Shit, that shit just take too long
And plus the feelin' so complacent
But I look at that road and it's
Like my goals are so adjacent
The devil on my shoulder
It's gettin' colder in this basement
I got killers on the left of me
Drug dealers on my right
To the world they look scary
But I knew these niggas all my life
And now my little nigga scammin'
He tryna cop it off a swipe
I remember different nights
Duckin' cops and runnin' flights of stairs
Niggas gettin' scared, but, pussy boy
That ain't my type
I threw it up with niggas past
My weight and twice my height
Ever sat up in that dark place
Just tryna find a light?
I can't even trust myself
My left hand don't know my right
I can put this on my dead mama
Marijuana sales done bought this Ferragamo
Out of state licks
Done got to flex some Moncler on 'em
Bitch, I'm all smiles like the
Logo of the Murakami
Niggas can't stop me, now they fearin' on me
Only thing I fear is God
I can never fear the odds
Eric committin' a suicide the only time
You seen the tears fall
Shot my nigga Nesta in his head
They tried to clear 'em off
Then my cousin Dave got shot
In front of grandma's
I been in them shootouts in
The parkin' lots and standoffs
Real plugs where I'm from
No niggas never ranned off
Give it to my lil' nigga
Pass it by the hand-off
Had to sell him game
You gotta pass and put your man on

'Cause even if I even if I don't get it
Then I might die trying
'Cause I was born broke but I'ma die rich
Even if I if I never get it
I'll still have this dope stash
When I blow past
Sellin' snow like it's winter in the forecast
I gotta make it i gotta make it
Said, I gotta make it
And if they won't give it to
Me, I'm gon' take it, woah
I gotta make it i gotta make it
And if they won't give it to me
I'm gon' take it