Pill - For Life | Текст песни

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Yeah, it’s a lot of shit that I could have been
But I’m in the kitchens, I’m cooking in
I chop it down and I serve that J's
They call it bait cause they hooked it
I fist the cats when I get the glass
And I might just read a couple bullshit
But young kids don’t look to this cause I’m sunned called mothefucker crook with this
So fuck TV reporters, astronaut, or a lawyer
I’m just trying to get these yayo and beat it down with these quarters
I remember the days when my teacher say
....
And I told that whore motherfuck that shit
I already hit the block get cheese here
Look harder, look harder
Just can I take your order?
I’m standing at the stove and it’s coming at the water.
That fist scale, hey, I call it the...
The way I stay away and I should have been...
I’m puffing on....
There’s the shit, where’s the toilet?
And now the news reporting that I’m flying then i shot em
When I got it all from ...

Chorus:
Maybe I should have been an astronaut, or TV reporter
But I really get this cash a lot, doing things that I love
For life!
It gets me in the trap a lot
Whipping up these quarters
I chop ‘em down and I pass em by
Cause I’m always been a thug
For life!

The fuck is I’m gonna report em
And I’m chopping cook...
In my hood there’s a fucking war and that's why i'm puffin' these purple shit
I like cheese, I guarantee I like gifts
So the fuck I look like spending twelve years trying to be buzz like you
I’m out of space and I’m out of here
My jewelry clean and my diamonds clear
I’m serving J's they perfect' yay and I’m getting drunk ‘till they’re out of bill
I’m a trap nigger, no wrap nigger
I just so happened to learn the crawl
The Cush I blow it stays so bad it smelled like nigger that drive the cow
Yeah, so clean like a...
Popping shit like a...
Shut your mouth when the pill throws up
When they pop the shit...
I’m a cool nigger, never agree a shit
Fuck.. I need a brick
Stand on a corner and sip my Corona
How I need a...
bom in my pocket and I’m standing at the stove
Straight drop glass when I’m serving in the fourth
Could the guys call us, you'd probably wouldn’t go
Try to tell you by this hood shit that probably i know

Chorus: (x2)
Maybe I should have been an astronaut, or TV reporter
But I really get this cash a lot, doing things that I love
For life!
It gets me in the trap a lot
Whipping up these quarters
I chop ‘em down and I pass em by
Cause I’m always been a thug
For life!

/yaroslavsimonov

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