Sideshow - Wegahta’s Brother lyrics
[Sideshow - Wegahta’s Brother lyrics]
I tell my people ain't no heaven, this it
These pains come with a strength
Each day come with a test
These days I’m trying to forget
I took a hundred P's the east way
I'm trying to pay rent
I popped a hundred pills of G weight
Everyday my B day, I’m trying to get bent
I need a script not a scripture
I ain't trying to repent
Feels like these days
Rap the only chance that we get
Trying to talk to god
She know I got problems
For the lows, we getting high
Get some loads and break thеm down
In my shorty's name the rental
I ain't еven twenty-five
I treat the whip like an oven
I'mma fill it up with pies
And I'mma fill it up and drive to
A city where skinny niggas die
Fuck that, I'm from the city
If you skinny get a stick and slide
I'm skinny as a stick, my brother high
Niggas sneak diss daily, they must wanna die
And I don’t keep it in the car
It’s by my side
We don't pray for better days
We just pray for homicides
And when I’m dreaming I got murder on my mind
When they killed my little cousin
Spun they blocks a hundred times
And I'mma keep on spinning, I don't mind
Might spank his other mans if
We can't find him
Never wrote a statement, just these rhymes
I can’t recall the date or time
I can't recall the face neither
Nor be a witness, black god is my witness
What these is? These some Japanese denims
Up up out my face with all them questions
Glock stuffed in these Capital jeans
I'm from the Capitol
Been handling that business with ease
Hang with niggas all day
Not getting no cheese
Get up off of your knees
I was broke, went and got me some breesh
I'm at the plug OT
At my man's spot talking
Weed prices and lean
Can't front enjoy it more with the
These pains come with a strength
Each day come with a test
These days I’m trying to forget
I took a hundred P's the east way
I'm trying to pay rent
I popped a hundred pills of G weight
Everyday my B day, I’m trying to get bent
I need a script not a scripture
I ain't trying to repent
Feels like these days
Rap the only chance that we get
Trying to talk to god
She know I got problems
For the lows, we getting high
Get some loads and break thеm down
In my shorty's name the rental
I ain't еven twenty-five
I treat the whip like an oven
I'mma fill it up with pies
And I'mma fill it up and drive to
A city where skinny niggas die
Fuck that, I'm from the city
If you skinny get a stick and slide
I'm skinny as a stick, my brother high
Niggas sneak diss daily, they must wanna die
And I don’t keep it in the car
It’s by my side
We don't pray for better days
We just pray for homicides
And when I’m dreaming I got murder on my mind
When they killed my little cousin
Spun they blocks a hundred times
And I'mma keep on spinning, I don't mind
Might spank his other mans if
We can't find him
Never wrote a statement, just these rhymes
I can’t recall the date or time
I can't recall the face neither
Nor be a witness, black god is my witness
What these is? These some Japanese denims
Up up out my face with all them questions
Glock stuffed in these Capital jeans
I'm from the Capitol
Been handling that business with ease
Hang with niggas all day
Not getting no cheese
Get up off of your knees
I was broke, went and got me some breesh
I'm at the plug OT
At my man's spot talking
Weed prices and lean
Can't front enjoy it more with the