Текст пісні 48 Lawz - Jerico

48 Lawz

All the shit I been through got me cryin' in the booth
If I’m lyin' then I’m flyin', man it’s just the truth
Put that on my mama, Jerry Reid is gon' succeed
Life done brought me to my knees screamin', «Father please.»
Niggas pop up tryna trip, it just don’t make no sense
All they get is higher body counts and empty clips
Patnas turn they back and put some commas on ya' head
I’m the vessel speaking fo' all of my niggas dead
Like, show me somethin' more than a 2003 Benz
& $ 4500 of a nigga trap money for one pound of weed
I’m smokin' a pound of weed that cost ya' homeboy re-up…
You feel me? lets get to poppin' for real
Y’all wanna do this shit for the culture? Put some money up
I ain’t Swizz and them niggas. I ain’t that; I got 5 kids nigga
I need my money nigga. On life
Man I try my best
But I won’t progress
If I don’t change up my circle
When I puff that cess
I hold my breath til' I’m blue
Cuz' that shit is purple
And I know I’m blessed
Yet 7 years slept on
I take that shit personal
Feelin' like B-Rabbit
But in this circuit
I know that I’m the turtle
Tryin' hard to be a star
But it ain’t hard enough
Interruptions turn to targets
I don’t give a fuck
If you in my way, just play it safe
It’s best to move
Done with discussions
I’m blowin' up like an inner-tube
Fo' a lil' bit of dough
They pull a pistol on ya'
2Pac told me that he see his death
Around the corner
My homies think I’m gettin' colder
Because I’m a loner
But I’m hot as California
Vegas, and Arizona
DJ AR
On life.