Strong Arm Steady & Statik Selektah - Forever (feat. Chace Infinite) | Текст песни

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• Strong Arm Steady & Statik Selektah
• Forever (feat. Chace Infinite)

Forever, forever
You can break my heart

Trace without direct that’s a wonderful thing
If you fly I put you under my wing
You get high, I got a bundle of weed
Questions, I got the answers you need
Any suggestions (is head on the beat)
Out right in the box, I’m promoting like Don King with Mike in the ring
Ready to box, platinum Patron on the rocks
All my niggas smoke Joan in the lot
‘Nother bite and we ain’t cloanin’ robots
You might catch a short-circuit
Think it to yourself was it worth it once you made the purchase
Or should I just take it back
Slam it on the bench by counter like this shit is boy
Now give me back my money, nigga
I ain’t never rapped like a funny nigga but me nigga
Too much pride to the tightest
Passion when I’m writin’
Wolverine slaps you with a hydrant

Invasion the pyramid and file a complaint about the system, we ain’t a new millennium
My nigga go brigade and see the war without an option ‘cause some brother’s got it poppin’
Fuck Bonnie, I’m on that beat as rich as Robert Johnson, more wealth not riches
Let me tell you what I lean, a G both in spirit and material things
We’re used to that struggle, now it’s time to get this hustle up
Let me show you how you get your knowledge and your money up
Modern thousand, the latest in path
My Franken sense tell me leave a trail in the air
I’m exhalin’ extent of my black excellence
Feds came and tryna leave and we was meant for this
Truck true but we before the Tom fullery
Symbolize loyalty but now it’s just coonery
Bought properties, stocks and commodities
Start a corporation and help the nation make blood and war
What I gotta do, the feel is not probable
Blow proper, splittin’ the profit and share the obstacle
Our father always they haler, I’m tryin’ not to lose my innocence
I’ve been a ride, ain’t got a lot to prove
Too cool to run in the bank, one side of loot
Just boost the Benjamins safe
I spit bulletproof, shittin’ on the usual
Fucked off, goin’ through the concepts
Livin’ and learnin’, turnin’ the tables too
Much lavender wine, pulled out of time
Silk rolled down on my Jordan lines, boardin’ time
She carryin’ Burk bags
First class drama, her rehearse gets all in the ass
Trash from the trailer wants a slipper made of glass
Call this insecurity with titties in the pants, Steve Nash
Cl-cl-clique then I’m tradin’ pass
Destroyed Venus lurkin’ in my past

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