Link Up TV - Potter Payper Behind Barz lyrics
[Link Up TV - Potter Payper Behind Barz lyrics]
Look, I got the heart of a spartan
Nine on the strong I be a martyr
Welcome to the saga, shit gets pearl harbour
Drive off a new merc
Riding down an open road
Nights I was cold alone kitties stay piping
Man a straight python it's a lonely road
Shots fired
Don't let the holy ghost hold me close
Did I tell you about this cat
I was kipping in his flat
The other day I heard he overdosed
Its sad still
It's got me tripping like a bad pill
I don't give a fuck about my ends G
It's that real smoke 'till I'm comatosed
Eyes looking tokyo
Feeling like a rolling stone
With a O of snow
I'm tryna go from lotes to notes
Shit's all cray cah they recalled K
Ah man I gotta blow some smoke
These fuckers are your friend
But he probably a snake when the price right
Pound signs in his eye sight
Living on the edge
I was billing heads when you
Was pissing on your bed
Crank chilling on the steps
Where they pipe white
90's baby, noughties raised me
Jail house changed me
And if you trapping and you
Napping G this ain't sleep
RIP JV spirit like a white Russian
Let me light suttin'
You ain't built like that
You can die fronting
And that's fucked cause a don about
His bread will have to
Sit behind a door cause he
Put one in your head
Man this life's fuckery, once
You get stuck in, ain't no tail trucking
I know rider man
Stuck up on the block like spiderman
Slap you in your mullet
Gloves full of smudges
Lies for the jury, smiles for the judges
Hate for the jakes instilled from
A youngen, my mindframe corrupted
Paper I just lust it cause I be on some real
Shit they can never understand
My Dad left early G I had to be the man
Fuck a exam, I was on my block pushing grams
Sitting in my cell, head up in my hands
Praying that I bust case, paper in my plans
Kept a little spinage G
My spinner never jammed
A shooting had armed feds licking off my nans
So if I ever lick a hundred
I'll give 50 to my nan
Fam I know my mum knows
I'm addicted to them roads
Trap house, two weeks sleeping in my clothes
Nothing like champagne, raves and bezzies
I was more like cocaine fiends and jezzies
I was 18 years old before I saw my first 20
Youth worker used to tell me
I be dead before 20
I can tell you about jail
Mad years that I done
And I can tell you 'bout my block
I been on it from young
And I can tell you what happened
When that tré ting spun
But loose lips sink ships
And I ain't that dumb
I don't play them games
Tell a fed I rather be dead
Before I say them names fam I been about it
Talk about bare food cos I been around it
Never bummy but I'm scummy G
I used to burgle houses
Then some OGs were consigning me them ounces
Wet man round me had me
Feeling like I'm drowning
Fam we really went there with the Browning
And me and next man really
Went there with the dotty
Nicked me for a what, I'm a G on my block
Go and ask somebody
Nine on the strong I be a martyr
Welcome to the saga, shit gets pearl harbour
Drive off a new merc
Riding down an open road
Nights I was cold alone kitties stay piping
Man a straight python it's a lonely road
Shots fired
Don't let the holy ghost hold me close
Did I tell you about this cat
I was kipping in his flat
The other day I heard he overdosed
Its sad still
It's got me tripping like a bad pill
I don't give a fuck about my ends G
It's that real smoke 'till I'm comatosed
Eyes looking tokyo
Feeling like a rolling stone
With a O of snow
I'm tryna go from lotes to notes
Shit's all cray cah they recalled K
Ah man I gotta blow some smoke
These fuckers are your friend
But he probably a snake when the price right
Pound signs in his eye sight
Living on the edge
I was billing heads when you
Was pissing on your bed
Crank chilling on the steps
Where they pipe white
90's baby, noughties raised me
Jail house changed me
And if you trapping and you
Napping G this ain't sleep
RIP JV spirit like a white Russian
Let me light suttin'
You ain't built like that
You can die fronting
And that's fucked cause a don about
His bread will have to
Sit behind a door cause he
Put one in your head
Man this life's fuckery, once
You get stuck in, ain't no tail trucking
I know rider man
Stuck up on the block like spiderman
Slap you in your mullet
Gloves full of smudges
Lies for the jury, smiles for the judges
Hate for the jakes instilled from
A youngen, my mindframe corrupted
Paper I just lust it cause I be on some real
Shit they can never understand
My Dad left early G I had to be the man
Fuck a exam, I was on my block pushing grams
Sitting in my cell, head up in my hands
Praying that I bust case, paper in my plans
Kept a little spinage G
My spinner never jammed
A shooting had armed feds licking off my nans
So if I ever lick a hundred
I'll give 50 to my nan
Fam I know my mum knows
I'm addicted to them roads
Trap house, two weeks sleeping in my clothes
Nothing like champagne, raves and bezzies
I was more like cocaine fiends and jezzies
I was 18 years old before I saw my first 20
Youth worker used to tell me
I be dead before 20
I can tell you about jail
Mad years that I done
And I can tell you 'bout my block
I been on it from young
And I can tell you what happened
When that tré ting spun
But loose lips sink ships
And I ain't that dumb
I don't play them games
Tell a fed I rather be dead
Before I say them names fam I been about it
Talk about bare food cos I been around it
Never bummy but I'm scummy G
I used to burgle houses
Then some OGs were consigning me them ounces
Wet man round me had me
Feeling like I'm drowning
Fam we really went there with the Browning
And me and next man really
Went there with the dotty
Nicked me for a what, I'm a G on my block
Go and ask somebody