2 Chainz - 55 Times lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[2 Chainz - 55 Times lyrics]
You must, it's our only hope
Folks, I'm here to tell you, we lost our way
Greed has poisoned our souls
Contaminated the world with hate
We have never been more miserable
And the black men
Victims of a system that lies in torture
Yeah incoming
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
My neighbor that stay next to me
Wanna go to war at night
Somebody broke into his spot
He thought it was my guys
He tried to call us a gang
'cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes
Somethin' wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times
When they told me Johnny died
I couldn't believe that shit
My whole studio off the net
I had to leave that shit
They said "Cuz, send him through"
So Big must've knew see where I'm from
Your heart will turn into an igloo
See they resent you
Simply because they ain't you
Didn't even have can openers for canned food
Anger issues, goin' cashews
Sellin' packs and ashews so
Hence the attitude
Goin' animal, gettin' treated like one
Over 21, black and livin', you an icon
Pay for a funeral, find out he snitched
Want a refund
If you get robbed more than once
That's a rerun shoot out at East Point
Escobar and eat lunch
You know what kind of home I came from
I got free lunch
Free Baby and I'm sorry I ain't kept in touch
There's so many people I take
Care of every month, lord
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
My neighbor that stay next to me
Wanna go to war at night
Somebody broke into his spot
He thought it was my guys
He tried to call us a gang
'cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes
Somethin' wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times
I'm in that black on black
Black on black crime zone
Please don't let them take your
Life about them rhinestones
I'm from where you sell a brick
That's a milestone
If you got some good dope
The line's a mile long
Gotta be in ya, not on ya like a chromosome
My best friend when I was
Trappin' was the mobile phone
(Hello, blrt, blrt) Hello, Hello
Where you at? I need more, then say less, uh
The mink I got
Pet detective mad 'bout this shit
Gotta brag 'bout this shit
'Cause me and mama had a sofa
That we had to split
Before I left, I heard Banks say
"Pass the stick"
Now if we talkin' magazines
It's a lot of issues
But if you see it in black and white
It is so official
And the bro sent me a gift
Along with a scripture
It said, "When you shoot your shot
Make sure you're the pistol" (Bow)
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
God keep on blessin' me
I'm doin' somethin' right
My neighbor that stay next to me
Wanna go to war at night
Somebody broke into his spot
He thought it was my guys
He tried to call us a gang
'cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes
Somethin' wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times