Letra de Miskeen - D-Block Europe

(Feat. Tiny Boost, Jordan Morris)

Still workin' like we ain't sick of this, ya dig?

I took a pill 'cause it hurts (Yeah)

And I ain't tryna make it worse

Said I'm different but you know I ain't concerned

And I'm still tryna learn (Learn)

You ain't gotta be impatient with me, girl, I took a different type of turn

Amiri white tee (Yeah), for my choice

And it's definitely oversized, and it's definitely overpriced (Oversized)

I felt some pressure when I seen my mother cry (Mother cry)

Fuck this money, we ain't stressin', we alright

Don't ever ask me this (Yeah)

I'm so high, I don't wanna reminisce (I don't wanna reminisce)

Satin sheets, I'ma fuck you, baby, stay home (Stay home)

Hit him up, he on life assist

He hit that nigga from a mile away

Audemars, it take the time away (Time away)

It gets better, only time can say

So much diamonds, bae, your eyes will ache

Chrome Hearts on my heart, freeze up (Freeze up)

Miskeen, baby, I'ma keep up (I'ma keep up)

I quit lean, baby, now I see us (I don't need that)

Take a picture, baby, I don't need drugs (Yeah)

Uh, gotta, gotta, hundred-thousand, baby, spend it like the older folks

The paper plastic, baby, I still got the older notes

The trench is tragic, baby, I just sold a nigga hope (Nigga hope)

Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you

Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you

No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain)

No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Yo, uh)

Okay, I got it out the mud like what's in my brudda's cup (In my brudda's cup)

Heavy on the guns and we really buttered up (We really buttered up)

God blessed the trap the day the pot bubbled up (It bubbled up)

Had fiends jumpin' over two lines, doubled up

I got Henny in my system, you can smell it when I'm pissin'

Smokin' high grade, she don't taste it if we kissin'

Playin' with her pussy, she wan' taste it off my fingers (For real)

I'm about to nut, shorty, stay in that position (For real)

Cover up my feelings, that's why I got my hoodie on (I got it on)

Thinkin' 'bout my dead niggas, then I turn my bully on (Bully on)

Turn the MAC fully on, air it 'til it's fully gone

All you hear's brrt and a skrrt when we pullin' off

Won wars we shoulda lost but we brave-hearted (Brave-hearted)

Hammer in the toolbox, we stash that in the garden

All we got is us, we like Nino in the Carter

Married to the streets, I ain't never need a partner

Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you

Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you

No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain)

No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it

I said I'll never squeal, wallahi, I never have and I never will

I'm poker-facin' my connect, I need a better deal

Shotty like some B2Bs, it cost eleven bills

Hit a mil but can't lie, bro, I've been better, still

I heard 'em sayin' "Real rap back" but I don't really feel that

'Cause how real are these fuckin' niggas that's makin' this real rap?

Bruv, I ain't chasin' Rated, MOBOs, GRAMMYs, or BRITS

'Cause I can still go straight back to my strip and handle my biz

I was down bad, servin' every fiend out of my trenches

Where I'm from, you bust your wap, go jail and get to benchin'

Beefin' with them boys since fifteen, still feel the tension

Seen real niggas turn weird for some likes and mentions

Gotta play it cool with the industry, it's so depressin'

That's why I'm thankful that I fuckin' blew up with my best friend

And did I mention? (What?)

Wrist heavy, brick heavy, well protected (Okay)

Put a glizzy on the table, bet my niggas get to wrestlin'

I ain't stressin' if a nigga took my chain or all that dumb shit

Even if it takes a year, we'll pull up at his mum's crib

Dad's crib, I promise, bro, I'll fund all of this dumb shit

Me and paps done three bags a day eatin' on crumpets

I'm doin' press-ups, drinkin' water, now I'm feelin' stable

Rockin' with my wife, my shooters at a different table (No cap)

Men's biggest test, you heard the story, Cain and Abel

Never feel weak, I'm fuckin'— (Yeah)

Told my lady, "Don't judge", I'm just a gang gang yout

Bando baby, all the pebs that I run through

I come to court in an all-black suit

Look the prosecution in the face, like, "Fuck you too"

If they love me down, won't bend, won't fold

I'ma come back smiling on all ten toes

I take my Ls, I keep my soul

Hear the fuckin' Devil knockin' on my front door (Yeah)

Grew up in the jungle where they say they love you, whole time, they scheming on you

Grew up in a place where they smile in your face but they just wanna take it from you

No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it (Still feel the pain)

No emotion on my face, yeah, I still feel the pain, I just got used to it, uh

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