Tela - Intro (Double Dose) lyrics
[Tela - Intro Double Dose lyrics]
Light rain and thunder in the background
Man I'm tryin' to tell you
Coming down that bellview
Leaned up, screened up
In search of the mean truth
Yeah I got this pimp ish in me
And I got this memphis in me
Plus the fact that i'm cursed by remy and
I couldn't help that my father gave me'
Good with my talking game
Make some bitches stalk a man
Don't speak on the gangsta man
Won't sleep if I chopped a man
Nah i gots to clear a nigga
I ain't talking kill these niggas
But, you got to feels me nigga give
A brick that bill a nigga
Gots to mention critics who don't listen
But they pick and pigeon
Saying that I don't apply myself
And I can't go distance
Trying to go as far but my mind don't jar
Hoping my time don't stop
Hoping you niggas don't drop on my radar
But you will sometimes I think that you
Will ruin my career, the devil you is a lie
You ain't gonna win up in here
If you's a man hold your hands up cause
I'm reaching you clear
Today I fully understand
I'm shedding so many tears
The children of this rap shit
And I swear you molesters
No hit's abandon ship
Hangers drying on dressers
Yo they say we superstars when
We falling who catch us?
Can't you say God gave us callings
And this music is a blessing
God surround me with 27 angels of protection
Grant me the realness
Stay real project in any direction
As I strategize my moves watching
My queen and they bishop
I don't trust them nor they puns like
I was wronged by they bishop
Yeah pat me down young nigga
You gone find this pistol
I don't do it just for the bread
I love it, it's official yeah, nigga
Double dose nigga double dose
Outro drums and instruments fade
Man I'm tryin' to tell you
Coming down that bellview
Leaned up, screened up
In search of the mean truth
Yeah I got this pimp ish in me
And I got this memphis in me
Plus the fact that i'm cursed by remy and
I couldn't help that my father gave me'
Good with my talking game
Make some bitches stalk a man
Don't speak on the gangsta man
Won't sleep if I chopped a man
Nah i gots to clear a nigga
I ain't talking kill these niggas
But, you got to feels me nigga give
A brick that bill a nigga
Gots to mention critics who don't listen
But they pick and pigeon
Saying that I don't apply myself
And I can't go distance
Trying to go as far but my mind don't jar
Hoping my time don't stop
Hoping you niggas don't drop on my radar
But you will sometimes I think that you
Will ruin my career, the devil you is a lie
You ain't gonna win up in here
If you's a man hold your hands up cause
I'm reaching you clear
Today I fully understand
I'm shedding so many tears
The children of this rap shit
And I swear you molesters
No hit's abandon ship
Hangers drying on dressers
Yo they say we superstars when
We falling who catch us?
Can't you say God gave us callings
And this music is a blessing
God surround me with 27 angels of protection
Grant me the realness
Stay real project in any direction
As I strategize my moves watching
My queen and they bishop
I don't trust them nor they puns like
I was wronged by they bishop
Yeah pat me down young nigga
You gone find this pistol
I don't do it just for the bread
I love it, it's official yeah, nigga
Double dose nigga double dose
Outro drums and instruments fade