Ard Adz - What Have I Become, Pt. 2 lyrics
Ard Adz
[Ard Adz - What Have I Become, Pt. 2 lyrics]
So plan A didn't work
I had nine other plans
I grind half my life cah I like rubber bands
Hustle on my ones, not with five other man
And it's always been us v
Like five other gangs
That's ten man v a hundred pricks
They don't know what a gangster is
I said "Listen little soldier
The young G's colder
They'll put you in a ganja spliff"
They said love kills slowly
Fuck that cuz, cah these guns killed brodi
Guns kill fast, I need time not Roleys
The only man that can draw
Me out is named Zoli
And you don't wanna do this
I put all my trust in these deuces
Man said he's big bro, you ain't big bro
Akh you're useless
My only big bro is named Yusuf
No tears through the pain
Mad years in the rain
I was waiting on the sun
Dumb yute triggering the beef
Now he's sitting in his house
Like "What have I begun?"
When them times got peak
Got the nine so cheap
And turned tables with a gun
What have I become?
A devil to Allah but an angel to my son
Middle of the summer and the MAC rains
Right through your black Range
Bruddas know London ain't sunny
I was stepping out broke in my ripped clothes
Bruddas wanna laugh at my pain
But nothing weren't funny
I've gotta make money
And if I don't make then
I've gotta take money
I got robbed one time, I was mad broke
Bruddas were pissed cause I had nothing
They could take from me
When a man cries
A real woman's gonna cry too
When a man dies
A real woman's gonna die too
On the inside
So I've got the barrel with the twin-pipe
Cah I can't let my babes feel that
Leave my son with no dad
I pull my ting it goes bang
And the bullets so wham
I hope to death it don't jam
I was broke, selling on the corner
I don't wanna kick ball
I just wanna be a baller
No tears through the pain
Mad years in the rain
I was waiting on the sun
Dumb yute triggering the beef
Now he's sitting in his house
Like "What have I begun?"
When them times got peak
Got the nine so cheap
And turned tables with a gun
What have I become?
A devil to Allah but an angel to my son
I pray to God for my best friends
The energy you put to protect me
Protect them
Tell them free my familia
This wap's got a body like Miss LaFamillia
We've got white, no EDL
And this heat's got a body, no BBL
Catch him in the park on the astro
I pull it back, let it bark like adro
I had nine other plans
I grind half my life cah I like rubber bands
Hustle on my ones, not with five other man
And it's always been us v
Like five other gangs
That's ten man v a hundred pricks
They don't know what a gangster is
I said "Listen little soldier
The young G's colder
They'll put you in a ganja spliff"
They said love kills slowly
Fuck that cuz, cah these guns killed brodi
Guns kill fast, I need time not Roleys
The only man that can draw
Me out is named Zoli
And you don't wanna do this
I put all my trust in these deuces
Man said he's big bro, you ain't big bro
Akh you're useless
My only big bro is named Yusuf
No tears through the pain
Mad years in the rain
I was waiting on the sun
Dumb yute triggering the beef
Now he's sitting in his house
Like "What have I begun?"
When them times got peak
Got the nine so cheap
And turned tables with a gun
What have I become?
A devil to Allah but an angel to my son
Middle of the summer and the MAC rains
Right through your black Range
Bruddas know London ain't sunny
I was stepping out broke in my ripped clothes
Bruddas wanna laugh at my pain
But nothing weren't funny
I've gotta make money
And if I don't make then
I've gotta take money
I got robbed one time, I was mad broke
Bruddas were pissed cause I had nothing
They could take from me
When a man cries
A real woman's gonna cry too
When a man dies
A real woman's gonna die too
On the inside
So I've got the barrel with the twin-pipe
Cah I can't let my babes feel that
Leave my son with no dad
I pull my ting it goes bang
And the bullets so wham
I hope to death it don't jam
I was broke, selling on the corner
I don't wanna kick ball
I just wanna be a baller
No tears through the pain
Mad years in the rain
I was waiting on the sun
Dumb yute triggering the beef
Now he's sitting in his house
Like "What have I begun?"
When them times got peak
Got the nine so cheap
And turned tables with a gun
What have I become?
A devil to Allah but an angel to my son
I pray to God for my best friends
The energy you put to protect me
Protect them
Tell them free my familia
This wap's got a body like Miss LaFamillia
We've got white, no EDL
And this heat's got a body, no BBL
Catch him in the park on the astro
I pull it back, let it bark like adro