Letra de Forest - D-Block Europe

(SRNO)

Treat this body like the track, I need a grip

Lap five, I'm in the Lamb', I got the grip

Hollow tips on the strip, I'm on the— Uh

Niggas dyin' over nothin', give a shit here

How come the real little niggas never get to live?

Got a nigga doin' life, and they know it wasn't him

I ain't never took a loss like a win

I ain't never switched a blessing for a sin

Had her nigga in the back like he tran'

Richard Millie or Patek, or one of them

Fake niggas don't see it through the lens

And I'm tryin' to amend 'cause these niggas too pretend

This it, these Germans borin'

1-9-42, just pour it

Rootbears make a toast, money make friends

We can start it from the start we can make men

They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough

Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids

Tryna burst a mob

They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough

Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids

Tryna burst a mob

For the family, I'ma take you to the grave, bitch

For the family, I'ma whip it like a slave did

Family come first, I let you wear my second name, bitch

The strip is a curse, I got the ace tryna spade it

I was playin' in the trench where it's dangerous

All my niggas where we had to share trainers

Sick of seein' mummy cryin' over bailiffs

So, I'm at the spot with the rocks and the neighbours

Own world, I don't even know, girl, sometime, I gotta leave you in your own world

And the cells on the phone can hurt

I really tryna stay close to her

They tried to make it worse for us like it never hurt enough

Little G put in work with these sticks, tryna hurt all these kids

Tryna burst a mob

Let's go there

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