Napoleon Da Legend - Killa Promo paroles de (lyrics)
[Napoleon Da Legend - Killa Promo paroles de lyrics]
His life flashed in front
His eyes police sirens
Harmonizing with a woman on the corner crying
Transported back to a young child
That his grandma raised
His father wasn’t around mother
Working for a wage
He loved football and music
When the football fizzled due to injury
Got himself on a rap star mission
He was good in school but school too slow
Part group though
The Gustos you know the type of
Street kids who shoot those
At studios popping off on the opps
Like he spins the blocks
Video shot Worldstar and Youtube hot
Knots in his tube socks flashing
Money on his socials
Mad shows too, no longer considered local
Was on the road when he
Found out his grandma passed
It’s bittersweet cause hе made it
Now the fam all sad flew back to JFK
Nеws spread he’s back in town
Even police warned him not to
Be caught lacking when around
But he couldn’t miss the opportunity to ball
After the funeral
Him and his boys made a few calls
Name getting lit sitting on
The couch with Vlad
Played the part like he really bout that
The label scouts wanna sign him feeling
Like the world in his palm
Rooftop midtown fly girl in his arms
On his way out he seen the
Dude he dissed in the song
Bullets flew through the boulevard in
A blink he was gone
Shorty crying traumatized by
What she witnessed
Everybody with they phones like
Paparazzis taking pictures
She got paid by the promoters
To "sise" the party up
Side job she was in school
Working on her doctorate
The only person in her family
To go to college and they all proud
She loved to see her mama smiling
Now she gotta brush it off
And face the elements her ex broke it off
Intimidated by intelligence
The elephant inside of the room
Nobody mentioned it
She was doing better for herself
He was competitive
She was in love, heart broken
She was a sweetheart determined
But usually soft spoken
She thought the gig was good
For her party and forget
Her past relationship
Having fun and making new friends
She was tipsy that night
Didn’t even know the artist
He told her she was different she
Felt he was being honest
Now she can’t sleep
Flashbacks of the murder still haunt her
In a weird way
She was projecting her own karma
Right place wrong time it’s viral online
Reminders everywhere it’s hard to get
It off her mind got her finals due soon with
Zero margin for error
Her brain dozing hard to focus
And get it together
It’s an all nighter pressure
Like Assata Shakur
At about 3 in the morning
Someone knock at the door
"Who is it?"
"Open the door, I need to talk to you…"
It’s the dude from the murder
He said shorty chill I wanna talk
I don’t really wanna hurt you
I know detective wanna talk to you
You better shut the fuck up for my
Goons put a hawk to you
The girl was scared to death
She said leave my ass alone
I don’t really want stress
He said we know where you live
So better keep your ass quiet or we’ll
Put a blade to your ribs
They dipped out then they hopped in a van
He signed a major deal last
Week for hundreds of bands
See he had a lot of fans too
He made songs for the streets in the
Clubs he made them dance too
And the industry was loving him
Never caught lacking he was rolling
With a gun with him
He had the green light the CEO told him
Drill rap neighborhood beef we promoting
Intoxicated 24-Sev… (7)
Making money taking all bet
Pushed a red Corvette
He about to add salt in the womb
He made another song bragging the
Death in the tune disrespecting his tomb too
Video racked up a few mill on the YouTube
He getting bigger and the
Clout getting larger
Big chains new sneakers fresh from the barber
200, 000 followers on the gram
Yesterday the opps pulled up, shot up his man
Shot up his moms cribs shot up his camp
And it’s all over blogs
Take it straight to the bank
Hitting up the Breakfast Club
Talking mad shit in the back his mind
He’s wild nervous and shit
The record label guaranteeing his protections
Followed by police in every single event and
Price to pay to get famous in rap
Dating all the it girls, breaking they backs
That’s an alpha everybody wanna be him
But flipside it's competition everybody
Wanna beat him
Till they caught him with some sniper shells
Few weeks earlier homie was hype as hell
But now they selling mad records, top billing
Both record labels made a killing
His eyes police sirens
Harmonizing with a woman on the corner crying
Transported back to a young child
That his grandma raised
His father wasn’t around mother
Working for a wage
He loved football and music
When the football fizzled due to injury
Got himself on a rap star mission
He was good in school but school too slow
Part group though
The Gustos you know the type of
Street kids who shoot those
At studios popping off on the opps
Like he spins the blocks
Video shot Worldstar and Youtube hot
Knots in his tube socks flashing
Money on his socials
Mad shows too, no longer considered local
Was on the road when he
Found out his grandma passed
It’s bittersweet cause hе made it
Now the fam all sad flew back to JFK
Nеws spread he’s back in town
Even police warned him not to
Be caught lacking when around
But he couldn’t miss the opportunity to ball
After the funeral
Him and his boys made a few calls
Name getting lit sitting on
The couch with Vlad
Played the part like he really bout that
The label scouts wanna sign him feeling
Like the world in his palm
Rooftop midtown fly girl in his arms
On his way out he seen the
Dude he dissed in the song
Bullets flew through the boulevard in
A blink he was gone
Shorty crying traumatized by
What she witnessed
Everybody with they phones like
Paparazzis taking pictures
She got paid by the promoters
To "sise" the party up
Side job she was in school
Working on her doctorate
The only person in her family
To go to college and they all proud
She loved to see her mama smiling
Now she gotta brush it off
And face the elements her ex broke it off
Intimidated by intelligence
The elephant inside of the room
Nobody mentioned it
She was doing better for herself
He was competitive
She was in love, heart broken
She was a sweetheart determined
But usually soft spoken
She thought the gig was good
For her party and forget
Her past relationship
Having fun and making new friends
She was tipsy that night
Didn’t even know the artist
He told her she was different she
Felt he was being honest
Now she can’t sleep
Flashbacks of the murder still haunt her
In a weird way
She was projecting her own karma
Right place wrong time it’s viral online
Reminders everywhere it’s hard to get
It off her mind got her finals due soon with
Zero margin for error
Her brain dozing hard to focus
And get it together
It’s an all nighter pressure
Like Assata Shakur
At about 3 in the morning
Someone knock at the door
"Who is it?"
"Open the door, I need to talk to you…"
It’s the dude from the murder
He said shorty chill I wanna talk
I don’t really wanna hurt you
I know detective wanna talk to you
You better shut the fuck up for my
Goons put a hawk to you
The girl was scared to death
She said leave my ass alone
I don’t really want stress
He said we know where you live
So better keep your ass quiet or we’ll
Put a blade to your ribs
They dipped out then they hopped in a van
He signed a major deal last
Week for hundreds of bands
See he had a lot of fans too
He made songs for the streets in the
Clubs he made them dance too
And the industry was loving him
Never caught lacking he was rolling
With a gun with him
He had the green light the CEO told him
Drill rap neighborhood beef we promoting
Intoxicated 24-Sev… (7)
Making money taking all bet
Pushed a red Corvette
He about to add salt in the womb
He made another song bragging the
Death in the tune disrespecting his tomb too
Video racked up a few mill on the YouTube
He getting bigger and the
Clout getting larger
Big chains new sneakers fresh from the barber
200, 000 followers on the gram
Yesterday the opps pulled up, shot up his man
Shot up his moms cribs shot up his camp
And it’s all over blogs
Take it straight to the bank
Hitting up the Breakfast Club
Talking mad shit in the back his mind
He’s wild nervous and shit
The record label guaranteeing his protections
Followed by police in every single event and
Price to pay to get famous in rap
Dating all the it girls, breaking they backs
That’s an alpha everybody wanna be him
But flipside it's competition everybody
Wanna beat him
Till they caught him with some sniper shells
Few weeks earlier homie was hype as hell
But now they selling mad records, top billing
Both record labels made a killing