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Мова пісні: Англійська
Nowadays |
| I don’t know what the fuck going on |
| Uh! Halloween Havoc |
| Two |
| Uh, I let the hood take the most of me |
| Can’t wait to make it out though this is destiny |
| Feel like something’s protecting me |
| Still one of the best to be added onto the recipe |
| I’m humble, don’t scheme, we ain’t the ones to blow steam pressure for legacies |
| The bottom line is, always picture me in the rafters |
| Dodging the evil traps hoping the grip don’t snatch us |
| Uh! Cities I’ve come to manage, need my name carved everywhere |
| Coolest engine on the planet |
| Makin' it rain underhanded |
| Here’s the darker side |
| Put here to get larger as my heart divides |
| Crack the concrete parks cries, spark your rides |
| Park your eyes, your stories all been lies |
| Foreign rides, grip on my side |
| Don’t like how they judge it then pour in lies |
| I am arguably the flow that fathered three |
| In charge of thee legion that MC hard has caught to be |
| Legends don’t fall asleep |
| Born with a brick on me, haunted by history |
| Promised efficiency, my clique should be |
| Lift up all this heat, burns to the sixth degree |
| Yeah! Ain’t nothing left to do but win |
| Back against the wall already make it you’d be cool again |
| The paper’s were the rulers been |
| Shout out to the hood and all the real niggas tunin' in |
| Nowadays you won’t know who’s your friend |
| Separate me from what used to be, I got nothing to do with it |
| But got somethin' to prove again |
| Me against the globe sour blunt roll |
| Uh! Visions of me hangin', ridiculous imagination |
| Don’t hold your breath, these money steps make me 6−8 |
| When I awake there’s record breakin' |
| Talk is hurt, land slide and then peasant shakin' |
| Feathers wavin' on my top ten picks |
| I pull the greatest out the pot |
| Blend six, system reloaded |
| Your behaviour says a lot, been flipped just to be noticed |
| Son delivers like the first time |
| Shout out the side that raised me winnin' cigars |
| That compliments stars, butt out the maybes |
| Panic raising normally, two wrongs would be just fitting |
| Mangle them majority, new swords with me just chillin' |
| In the next few years you hearin' classics out ya buildin' |
| All for the love of dope, liqueur, chronic |
| And when I hit the stu I fall in love again |
| Envision me strikin' it, doublin', writing them troublesome |
| Shot off right out the struggle son, know where I’m coming from |
| Green motive out the gate |
| Allstar day hammer at the game like Golden State |
| Yeah! Ain’t nothing left to do but win |
| Back against the wall already make it you’d be cool again |
| The paper’s were the rulers been |
| Shout out to the hood and all the real niggas tunin' in |
| Nowadays you won’t know who’s your friend |
| Separate me from what used to be, I got nothing to do with it |
| But got somethin' to prove again |
| Me against the globe sour blunt roll |